(Continued from Blenheim Palace...) After what felt like a year away, Aubrey Knight finally stepped back onto the now-familiar quad of Brasenose College with a resounding sigh of relief. The chauffeur had brought her first, at her request, to Baby Love, where even a face of absolute hunger could not keep the desperate flailings of undergrads away from the starlet's ravenous smile. After days in Francis de la Fontaine's Saw dungeon, starvation had taken its toll on the young woman, and she could barely restrain herself from draining the first poor boy dry before pulling away with a satisfied moan, on both their parts. With that taken care of though, she'd been free to walk home, accompanied by Amun, whose traitorously unhelpful little paws had deigned to suddenly show up just to dirty her lap when she’d gotten comfortable in the car. She arrived not long after to a Brasenose quad she'd last seen engulfed in flames that was now... distinctly not . The Circle must have worked quite quickly to put out that fire... both physically and otherwise... The thought lingers as she reaches her room, but not much more past the threshold. Instead, she's quick to make for her bed, barely ever addressing the little fae-cat-whatever that'd, to the best of her knowledge, simply ditched her to her fate. No, Aubrey the daysleep takes her long before such innocuous creatures could be considered. There is only sweet, blissful quiet. Serenity in solitude at last... ...Until the thump of her heart forces her awake again. She sighs contentedly, happy at least to be in silk and satin sheets. The weight of the last few days sat heavy on her shoulders. For a moment, she felt content to simply lie there, smothered by its trauma; to wallow in her own twisted sense of self-pity. Perhaps the her from three days prior even would have. But that her was dead. Shot through the heart, and she knew exactly to blame. No, more important things waited outside these walls. Outside those walls . The day — and the Circle — waited. Aubrey sprung out of bed at last, hurriedly assembling an outfit and tote. At last, once ready, she addressed the miniature furry elephant in the room. “ Not that you care, Ay-min or like, whatever your name is ,” she says with what could only generously be called passive aggression, “ but I’m fine, by the way. I survived getting tortured by a psycho without your useless magic .” She looks to the cat half-expecting a response, half-willing to even wait for one, but instead quickly turns her nose up and makes for the door. ” It’s whatever of course. Like, you’re probably too weak to have helped anyway but, I mean kind of a bad look, innit luv? ” The door closes sharply behind her as she moves quickly for Odin’s office, arriving in short order and wasting no time rapping knuckles against the door. “ Professo〜r , ” she chirps, “ Is now a bad time for an advisory session? I have something I could really use a hand or two with.”
