Unrepentaint. Impenitenti

Cavanough nodded. "You need a ride, Kerys?" he asked then.

Nodded. "Yes, please." And without him, or me to

look back, I went forth towards the exit with Cavanough on my shoulder. With Christmas around the corner, the college was

covered with decorations holidays. Between the ancient walls

of that place appeared to be a magic more festive than usual.

The main hall had been decorated well with a huge tree Christmas, high up to the ceiling, but also the classes and the dorms were not less. The snow had continued to fall slowly he was the food, the atmosphere of the haunted.

That afternoon I had promised to Fergie that would have

helped with the Christmas markets that were organized by her and the other cheerleaders, right in the square outside the entrance in the main building of the Rotten.

I was still not able to dispose the anger that I felt when I had discussed with Davil. I remained too much time to reflect on, in

loneliness. I decided that it was time to go beyond.

After a long shower, I prepared. I wore a skirt

overalls blue velvet, able to keep me warm, and under a blouse simple. Then I reached a heavy jacket of the same style and color of the shorts to put on, and a pair of parisian wool. I was able to pull up the zip of leather boots just before that Fergie could start yet another call to remind me that I was supposed to sell the sweets decorations that you and the other girls had prepared.

I catapultai out. The snow had ceased to fall, but he had already baptized every cavity of the Rotten.

I loved to look at the footprints marked that I left on the expanse of the milky while reached my the square. When I finally arrived, I marveled at the sea of people that was there.

Despite the row of agents, that kept the college were a punch in the eye, the upcoming Christmas, he had managed to put in a good mood more or less all. In the end, life continued. We couldn't stay anchored to the loss, sadness, and fear, we all need to go back a little to breathe.

It seemed that each group of campus had organized a flea market, different; I began to suspect that the competition was flying in the air, saw that the proceeds would definitely served to organize some of the activities of the various groups.

I spent the first to greet Hewitt: along with the rest of the students of the school of theatre sold transcripts in the hand of the acts and scenes of the theatrical works, the most famous, decorated as if they were old books. Then there was the club of the debate; I said good-bye from a distance of acquaintances: for some time, the first year, I had done my part. And many others, to witness of how he was active in the college.

I spotted soon Fergie at the head of the cheerleader and I flew off in a hurry trying not to show too with my expression as I found awful decorations that showcased along with Lizzy. But I didn't when I saw a wreath-nativity, on which headed a mini baby Barbie as Jesus.

"Surely you will sell all these beautiful decorations!" Unfortunately, the phrase I came up with a tone a little too ironic.

Fergie frowned a little. "Not to be mean, it's Christmas". I looked between those odds and ends accozzate something decent. I found a Star

Christmas created with recycled paper, which I liked immediately. "Oh, that I had done Ally" he told me, Fergie, with a hint of sadness.

"Mettimela by" I suggested. "Before I go away I'll take it".

"Okay. Now I need your help". And without adding anything else, I put into his hand a needle, some thread, and a bucket full of popcorn. "This will serve for the feast of Christmas."

"Right. I just know how to better spend my

afternoon, if not infilzando popcorn. Thanks for the opportunity, Fergie".

She made me the direction, then return to the stand. Even if I didn't want to admit it, that task incredibly useless it was especially relaxing.

With the atmosphere and the crowd anxiously, it was nice to live a simple student, what I was, or at least, I was supposed to be. And while Fergie was busy giving orders to his other friends cheerleader, Lizzy, I joined to help me. We started to joke about anything, and there he escaped even a few launch of popcorn, a thing that Fergie was not happy.

I was just intent to stick to the nth popcorn, when a shadow walks in front of me, lifted up my eyes to get a better look at who it was and I knew Caden.

"Hello," he said, remain almost with fear.

"Hey!" Lizzy was timely and abandoned him at a quick wreath to get up and hug him. I stayed seated, unsure of how to behave.

"How's the head?"

"All is well". You scratched the nape of his neck absentmindedly. "The doctors say that it could have been worse, and luckily no fracture, or payment".

"Not bad, not bad!" Fergie grabbed the bucket of popcorn is now empty. "I'm going to fill it in and return," warned.

I did not even have time to ask her to stop, and I and Caden were left alone. I tossed and turned in the hands of the crown, half-done, a little convinced. "Want one?" I asked him.

"I'm not sure Fergie would agree". We parted escape

both a laugh: I decided to challenge fate and I ate a couple of popcorn that before I had put on the wire, seen that Fergie was too busy to see me. I felt better knowing that Caden was all right, despite everything that had happened to the Inverroche.

"You on the other hand, how are you?" he asked me.

"Well... aren't I the one that ended up in the hospital."

"By the way..." Caden began to falter. "I do not remember much after the rain, but we have not seen, and I'm afraid I've done something wrong".

"Don't worry," I hastened immediately to respond to him, almost afraid to remember details that it was better to keep buried. "I know that you weren't in you."

"That's it. I knew it". He was sorry and made me almost tenderly. "I 'm so sorry, whatever I did, I don't remember. I would like to get me to forgive."

"Really, there is no need..." But

he next grabbed one of the flyers that were placed on the table to my side, and made it flutter under my nose. "How about if we go together?" he suggested. "So I try to regain a bit of dignity."

I gave up on the garland of popcorn and I took the flyer and read better.

"The Christmas party of the university," I explained quickly.

"And then, there will be also another thing, a di

"You seem a bit out of place?" Not stopped to laugh a little bit nervous in the back of the flyer in its place. "I mean, it seems to me necessary to make a holiday-themed crimes. For Christmas, then".

"The rector's Averill has a great sense of humor, it seems to me self-evident".

Lizzy in while she was back and she had placed the bucket full again next to me; he was about to sit up, but Fergie called her by her voice , shrill and she soon reached, raising just eyes to the sky.

I went back to work on the garland.

"Then..." Caden caught my own attention. "Are you

coming or not? With me?"

"It's a date?" I asked him, amused. "Only if you want to that is." A part of me remembered distinctly his behavior, and was urging caution. Another, however, was flattered by