"Just because I reached for you doesn't mean I controlled what happened! I was fourteen!" Aoife was shouting now, despite herself. And maybe there was a little thrill of satisfaction that went through her when Everil flinched from her touch. "And if you can tell you're not wanted, then why come around? What could you possibly hope to achieve?"
"And do you really think there's justification for betraying me, for betraying anyone? That speaks of a corrupt spirit."Aoife was shaking her head now, her mouth twisted in bitter amusement. "You really can't see anything past your own nose, can you? If you had died, I would have been expelled. As it was, I wasn't allowed anywhere near you - or anybody - while I served my punishment." Not that Aoife would have sought Everil out anyway. "Just when you thought what exactly? Because I still have no idea why you're even here."
But Aoife didn't get an answer. Everil was already storming off. Good riddance, Aoife thought, the anger draining out of her just a quickly as it had come. It left her even more lethargic and - strangely - chilled as she made her way back to her room.