#3 Post-Conflict Musings

Amara was pleased when Lailee and Becca obeyed, though she knew it wasn't an easy thing to raise their wands when faced with someone like Bernard. But they were Slytherins, and even an angry one usually knew how to pick their battles. She frowned at the suggestion of leading off to the Savannah. She wasn't finished here yet.

'I need a word with Rebecca first,' Amara said firmly. She refused to use the nickname aloud - they weren't that close, and she wasn't about to give the assumption otherewise. Becca needed to earn her place just as anyone else did. She may be friends with Lailee and hanging around them now, but Amara hadn't decided yet what she thought of her.

'Perhaps it would be in your best interest to find solace elsewhere?' Amara added to Bernard, implying she was showing mercy in giving her a free excuse to leave right then and there. She was outnumbered and Amara wasn't going to be her saviour. 'Think about what we discussed,' she added. Amara wasn't holding her breath for Bernard to actually believe Slytherins were prejudiced against and too hastily judged by others, but stranger miracles have happened.

Amara fiddled with her wand, her patience slipping a little. She was done with all, actually. Lailee and Becca showing up put a halt to the rest she wanted to share and do, but she was still satisfied with how things had gone. Now she just needed to shower then go bully someone to feel normal again after such a civil moment with a Gryffindor.

She needed to give Becca her potion, though intended to wait for Bernard to fully leave before so much of reaching for the vial. An understanding between them, or at least as far as Bernard assumed, was a very far cry from tolerance or trust on Amara's part. She was intrigued to see how it played out, though.