"I don't know what I believe," she replied honestly. "I haven had those nightmares; I don't know what they're like. I know what happens in my vision and I really hope that doesn't come true either." She hedged backward, wishing she hadn't come, wishing she were still at home, buried in her robe, reading Jasmine King.
"I scattered them. put them away. I should...go." Bianca tore her eyes away from Lavender, unable to look at her. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for any..." She shook her head and turned, going back to the other room to grab her bag. Unless Lavender called after her, she was heading right for the floor and going home.