Skye chuckled at Eveys objection to her comment. It only made Skye even more attracted to her. She let Evey lead again, though able to walk a little more straight on her own. When Evey threatened her, Skye raised a brow in amusement. "Great, you're going to cripple the injured. That's a lovely motto for a future healer." The concussion seemed to make Slye poke fun at everything, which wasn't normally her style. She would fool around with Chris and Carter from time to time, but that was because they had been friends since they were first years. Skyes mind began to think back. They were the first two to accept Skye, even though she was from a family thy was part of the Order. Skye's first year at Hogwarts didn't go so well. She probably would have ended up at st Mungos had it not been for Chris and Carter. Being smaller made her an easy target for older kids, and being the daughter of muggle loving aurors made her a target for those with family in Azkaban. Chris and Carter protected Skye until about third year when she finally made a name for herself and everyone found out why she was a Slytherin. It wasn't pretty and after that, some people even feared Skye. And this was also part of the reason why Skye preferred to be independent, so she didn't have to rely on others for protection.<br/><br/>Skye was shocked to learn that she had had broken bones, and even more so when she heard about the cracked skull. She ha always heard that mending bones wasn't a very long process, but she didn't realize it was that fast. She absently reached up and felt the back other head. She felt a huge lump that was tender to the touch. She assumed that was where the bludger hit and where the skull had been mended. She looked over at her girlfriend slightly amazed. "You fixed me? That's... That's....you're amazing." She said, leaning into Evey, wrapping an arm around her waist. She leaned her he's against her shoulder, but her cloak was bunched up where her head was. She looked over, going to move it, but noticed the crest. She lowered her brows. "So...where's you get this cloak?" She asked abruptly. Skye was the jealous type. If something or someone was hers, it was hers alone. Anything that threatned that created an anger inside her that almost always boiled over. Looking at the crest, she realized she didn't like it. The two finally made it to the library. Skye continued to watch Evey, awaiting her answer about the cloak.