She would continue her little practice, until finally the bal would die out. She reached and pet her raven. "I wonder waht sort of potions we will learn to make this year Kazah." The raven cawed back at her, possibly understanding her?<br/><br/>In either case she would softly giggle. Kazah was currently her only friend in all the world and she liked it well enough. But sometimes she would feel lonely when looking at the other children and their friends. Sometimes.. she did indeed wish others were not so fast to label her as odd.