As she sat at her table, cards fanned in front of her, she scanned the people who passed by with a curious eye. Most costumes she did not immediately understand. Others were more obvious. This was the problem with having entered the castle at six, and not having been broken out until she was almost sixteen.
Despite the warmth of the room, she could not help but shiver. The walls were talking to her tonight, and she could not say that she was enjoying it at all. Saint Margaret's Academy had seemed such a peaceful place the first couple of months she had been here. Now she could hear the walls talking to her, just as loudly as the walls of the castle had, if not louder.