<strong>Amy Vastergard (http://img171.imageshack.us/img171/8510/fullpic2.jpg), Common Room</strong><br/><br/>Then came that terrible question.  Amy froze for a moment as Sarine spoke, her hands trembling ever so gently as she claimed a table and started shuffling some of the cards.  Her fingers didn't seem to want to work right; it had been so long since she had shuffled a deck of cards, but she would do her best.  "I see things," she said.  "Bad things where I'm getting hurt really bad.  Delusional schizophrenia, they call it."  She kept thinking that if she let herself dwell, the problems would only come back, but if her new potential friend really wanted to know, she had to say.<br/><br/>Several deep breaths let her calm herself down to some degree, while she looked up at Sarine and started dealing.  She was curious about the girl as well, but if Sarine didn't want to say on her own, she wouldn't press the issue.