Jungwen had a feeling, and that was the kind of thing that led her to trouble. She had also had some coffee, which made a potent combination.

For about two hours after her conversation with Gabryal, Jungwen had tried to be sad and disappointed and accepting and letting go in the Zen kind of way that people were so fond of spouting, but it had largely not worked. Something was UP, and the fact that Gabryal had showed up had just cemented what she had been suspecting and trying not to believe before.

It had been a painful set of lessons that had taught her not to hope too much, not to be too honest, not to trust blindly in everyone she met. These were valuable lessons and Jungwen did not wish to let them go, by any means. There were some things you learned that you could not unlearn; that even friends could be enemies had been one such lesson for Jungwen, one she had learned at a really high cost. But there had also been other lessons, lessons she had run away from, in the year she had spent trying to make as a Muggle - things she had learned about magic, though from a person who, by any standard definitions, owned no magical propensity of his own. She had run from that, of course; it was scary to imagine that "home" could occur, that "love" and "acceptance" were things that existed. And this was scary too.

But Gabryal was back, and the House Points Hourglasses had moved more, and the Sorting Hat seeemed pretty clear. It was scary because there were monsters and madness, and people who were not the same as she remembered them, and also because hope was scary as hell. But that was not really a good enough reason to sit back and be morose. Not when she had a feeling - a feeling backed by abstract magic and a Hat - that something could be salvaged from the mess that was the school. When she had tried everything, well, then she could sit back and be morose, but she was far from that point. Last night, with the headache and Shea being... well, odd, she had felt like there was no reason to try, but that was nothing a good night's sleep couldn't beat! 

And the coffee. Let's not forget the coffee.

Wired, she made her way to Hogsmeade. It had taken exactly three minutes of fighting with the Hat as she asked him how to find Shea to be given this information. As far as Jungwen was concerened, this was another Sign With A Capital S. Cloak pulled up around her head to keep her migraine from starting p again, and a slightly dangerous amount of coffee in her system had Jungwen at the Hog's Head in about an hour - she had taken the long way, avoiding the monsters, of course, no point scaring the adrenaline out of herself - bright patches of red on her cheeks and a determined, if maybe a little manic, expression on her face.

Shea sat at the corner of the pub, trying her best to merge with the dingy upholstery from what Jungwen could make out. It was another one of those things that tickled Jungwen's consciousness and prodded her dark wizard hunter self. Something was Up with Shea, but from how things had gone the day before, she was going to ignore it. And hell, if Shea turned out to be a crazy axe murderer who wanted to bring down the school, Jungwen would hex the crap out of her. So there.

Determined, and pleased with this clarity of thought, she strode swiftly across the room and sat down across from Shea. "So," she said, her bum punctuating the word as it landed thuddingly on the dusty chair. "I slept on it, and I think we can save the school. Gabryal is back, did you know? And the House Points hourglass is moving, which means.. something, and the Hat is convinced this is not the worst idea. And we can save the school."