Top! I'm sorry! I'll try to post tomorrow! 

So I don't know if this is dead or what, but I can't leave the story. Also, this is really, really dark. So I'll try to keep some hope to it. 

Sasha~

Griffinfeather was trying to show me how Winston and I can never form a team. How we are wrong. How we are different. Instead, he showed me that we can build a team. Seeing me—the different me, from before...before... yes, I can face the before now. Before the fire. Before I lost my powers. Before Winston dragged me out of the burning office building. Before we both sat outside on the grass and cried and watched the building burn down. Before we convinced ourselves that we had accidentall murdered our headmaster, for better or for worse. 

But he wasn't dead. 

Before I go to breakfast, I reach for my phone and stare straight into the camera.

Recognized, Sasha Night. Good morning, Sasha. Have a good day. Says the robot inside. Adrian installed her for me. Just another reminder that we ARE a team. 

Remembering that special friendship Winston and I used to share, a question flits across my mind. Winston, waking up at exactly midnight. Training in the feilds outside the dorms. I used to watch him shoot invisible enemies and dodge the projectiles that only he could see from my bedroom window. No one else was watching. No one else knew he only trained at midnight. I never asked what he was training for. What his goal was; what he worked for. It was just our secret. 

<were you practicing your midnight archery last night?>

I text. He answers back after a few minutes. 

>Yes. Why? I know I put away all the targets, so you can't get at me for that. One arrow got all the way into the woods and it was too dark to see it, but I picked up all the rest.>

Of course, he thinks I'm texting him as headmisstris, not as a friend.

<No. I just wanted to see if you still did that>

I leave for the breakfast hall.

Winston~

I arrive late to my own class. Well, that's partially because I forgot that I told everyone to meet in the gym before we headed into the classrooms above. So I was techinically at the classroom a minute early, but then I realized my mistake, so...yeah. Oh well. Time to improvise a dramatic entrance. 

I hurry up to the open doors to see the students milling around with their backs to me. I search around inside my pockets for a rather creased and dented paper airplane. Smoothing it out in my hands, I line it up, ready to throw it. All the variables assemble like a math problem inside my head, even though I don't need to know the numbers. My hands just know what to do. 

I let go, and the airplane spirals into the room. It whirls around the students once, flips in the air above them, twists into a graceful spiral, and comes to a rest right on Carly's head. Everyone turns to the entrance to look at me. 

"Paper airplane throwing. A skill worth knowing." One of the students laughs.

"Bu-ut, that's not what I'll be teaching. We'll start some serious classes off later, but today I think it's best to start with introductions and some demos. Everyone will show off their talent, and you'll see what this class will be like. For starters, you should know who I am, but I know none of you were paying attention in the assembly yesterday." A few smiles, "I don't blame you. So, I'm Winston, yes, I'm a bit young to be teaching, but yes, I'm also a genious, end of story." I'm getting good at this.

"And as for my talent..." I fish around inside my pocket for the apple I snatched from breakfast and a sharp, bright yellow pencil. Just then, Farren walks into the gym, looking embarrased. 

"Okay, since you missed the first demonstration, how about you BE the second one?" Farren looks nervous.

I toss her the apple over the heads of the watching students.

"Catch!"  

Noooooooo! This cannot diiiiiiiiiiie!