Amber was sitting at her desk. She was writing a letter to her ex. Granted she had plenty, but this one was special. No he was not 'the one' as some woman say. he was British. She thought that he might be a good to have around in the up coming war. It wouldn't be the first time she would have used men.

She thought about what to write. She would have normaly send some pictures of herself in, well less then decent poses. That wouldn't work with this man. No, he was a prude. She had to put it all in a letter.


Amber sealed and sent the letter full of lies and sat laied bck down next to her newest flame.

Parker was up in the Hospital wing, walking between his desk and the inner office chambers, snacking on a bowl of something he snatched from the kitchens. He didn't know what it was, but it was really good. He was going between organizing some paper work and the potion he was brewing in the back with a fresh batch of ingredients he got from the greenhouses and potions store closet. Parker was flipping though paperwork on his desk to organise into the files in the file cabinets on the students. If he did that and wrote a statement back to his superior from the hospital he'd be able to get an impromptu pay to hold him over until the school term started. He thanked the man dearly, as he really could use it. Especially since he was planning on going out to eat with Pyxis later that day.

He looked up as an owl came to the perch on his desk, one vaguly familiar. Curiously he took the letter and opened it, immediately able to tell from the writing who it was. He tried to tell himself not even to read it. She'd upset him so badly already. What could she possibly want to say to him though? He couldn't help but to read it.

Every little word starting with that way she said his name, reminded him of how much he disliked her. He wished it didn't because he didn't want to waste the energy on her. 'Decent' and 'kind'? Was she joking? She'd mocked him about that kind of stuff before, teased him for supposed 'femininity' in the ways he acted. He was glad that the nothing of a relationship, if he could even call it that, lasted such a sort time. He was foolish, young, and hurt beyond measure.

He put the letter down on his desk, groaning, suddenly having the need to wash his hands because they felt dirty just touching it. He shooed the owl off and went to wash his hands in the back office room on the wall behind his desk. After drying them, he took off his white coat, turned off the heat for the potion, putting the lid on to let it sit. He switched the coat for a normal jacked off the filing cabinet, expecting Pyx to arrive at any moment.

Pyxis drew her pillow over her head and squashed it against her face, trying to block out the sounds of Noah crying. For the past half an hour, she hadn't been able to get him to stop no matter how much she tried. She'd charmed the room so that the others couldn't hear him, but it hadn't blocked his annoying, high-pitched wails form her own ears. I swear to Merlin, Aquila, you better've been a nice girl or I'm going to kill this child! She thought angrily, and could almost envision that face she'd seen pictures of grinning at her. She felt that familiar twang in her chest as she remembered that she'd never get to know what Aquila was like.

Such self-pitying thoughts were broken when Noah let out an extra loud scream before settling back into a steady amount of screaming wails. Finally, Pyxis threw the pillow away from her and angrily stormed over to the cot. She was under enough stress, and had enough on her mind without this nephew of hers crying and ensuring she didn't sleep. She'd thought that babies only cried for around 5 months, but then again what did she know! She'd had this baby thrust to her and she'd had no say in it whatsoever! "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!" She screamed. Noah's eyes widened and he gurgled as he stared up at her with an innocent look.

Pyxis felt bad instantly, he was just a baby. He had no idea the pressures she was under, the fears she felt, the worry that gnawed away at her. The pain in her heart, the anguish she always felt, and the constant weariness in her. She wished she could sleep, but she couldn't. She slept restlessly, writhing around and whimpering at un-seen horrors. Pyxis slid her arms around Noah and pulled the sniffling baby to her chest, rocking him back and forth slowly as she stared into his innocent eyes, grey with swirls of blue. They'd always been ever so un-becoming on her, but she liked them on his sweet little face. "Oh, Aunty Pyx is sorry, hun." She cooed to Noah and she felt his tiny little hands close around the fabric of his shirt. She swiped her fingers across his cheek and got rid of the wetness there.

Pyxis put Noah back into his crib and looked up as Alcyone knocked and smiled softly. After a short exchange, Pyxis excused herself to her bathroom where she changed into a simple black dress shirt with her favourite, navy blue skinny jeans and otter-grey boots that reached her knees. She pulled her hair back from her face and held it back with a few clips. "Thanks for taking care of him, Alcyone." Pyxis said as Alcyone rocked Noah back and forth in her arms. Alcyone nodded and assured Pyxis that it would be fine, she'd taken care of Capella after all. "Thanks, okay i'll see you later." Pyxis quickly left and went to the Hospital wing. Once she was there, she couldn't see Parker anywhere and went over to his desk to wait, before she saw a letter. It was in a foreign, girly scribble and Pyxis felt her heart beat louder as she gulped and pulled it towards herself.

Her eyes scanned over the letter and she grit her teeth together at the nickname 'Parc'. Clearly, she was implying that there had been something between Parker and this girl. She almost growled at the 'Love, Amber' at the end, when she heard movement from the back room and instantly she pulled the letter towards herself, folded it and shoved it into her pocket as she cleared her throat and thought calming thoughts.

The moment Parker had even gone to wash his hands the thought of that girl he'd not seen nor talked to in years, who had suddenly written out of the blue, was out of his mind. It was a was a waste of time, and she was probably one of very few people he could say he honestly could stop caring about very easily. There were times of resentment when she came back to memory, but other then that, it was like she'd never been a part of his life at all.

He heard some noise outside from the the room, and smiled, turning around. That had to have been Pyxis, he thought. He walked over to and stood by the door frame a moment with a quiet "Hey", a smile on his lips. He then went over to his desk, opening a drawer and pulling a small amount of money out, putting it out in his pocket.

He looked at her and for a brief moment he noticed she looked upset. He raised an eyebrow a bit. "You alright there?"

Pyxis' could feel the letter burning in her pocket as she tried to casually rest against the desk as if she hadn't just taken a private letter off of it. She still was surprised though, and only beginning to feel hurt settle in. As he stood in the doorframe, she felt her jaw clench and her hands ball into fists at her sides, but she quickly relaxed her posture and sent a small smile back, thinking of the gentle waves of the ocean to help calm herself. She shook her head and twirled a lock of hair around her finger, her other hand drumming lightly against the desk.

"Hey to you too." She said, trying not to think about the letter in her pocket. Had he gone off and dated some other girl whilst she'd been here, alone and desperately in love with him to the point where it made her want to end her life so she wouldn't have to feel that disappointment that her dream the night before that he'd come back to her was just that - a dream. That whole time, she'd been suffering and he'd been with another girl!

She felt her teeth dig into her lip and the copper taste of blood in her mouth. She licked her lip and raised an eyebrow back, a defiant look on her face. "Of course." She responded, relaxing her features once more into an easy-going smile.

He hadn't even seen Pyxis tense up as he walked back over to the desk with her leaning against is. His thoughts solely on trying to make sure this outing went well.Their last encounters did not go well at all and he just wanted things better. He'd try with everything he had to help fix things because he missed Pyxis so much, too much to bear now that he thought about it. He wanted to close the gab of all those years and maybe one day they could but it behind them. This could be the first step.

When he turned to her again from the desk drawer, not caring, noticing, or even remembering that the letter had come or had been out, he tilted his head slightly. He then smiled and pat her shoulder, just wanting to keep what he felt to be a light mood. "Well, if you say so. Let's get going then, yeah?" he asked as he stepped around her, walking backwards towards the doors of the wing.