Jocelyn floated farther into the shop, going over to the counter. Lifting her hands, she smoothed them over the counter. "I've made such a mess of everything. It was supposed to be easy," she whispered, tears starting to slide down her cheeks. She had no idea what do. Did she come clean? What did she have to lose? She was already a suspect. All she had left was to change who she was and become someone else, to change herself and erase herself. Glancing at Octavius with a tear stained face, she said, "I use this woman to be part of the Class, taking after my parents. They're dead because of it. Now I might be or I might go to Azkaban but we all know death is more likely for that offense. All I want to do is erase who I am. I can't go back out there as Jocelyn and I can't be Shelby." Still crying, she raised her hand and slammed it against the counter hard, I can't be anyone"