Okay so, a sort of cliffhanger on the end of this one. Now it's 00:07 on a Sunday night and I have school tomorrow, so I really should be going to bed now.
Happy reading, I'll post again as soon as I can!

~Loves!
Poof!

Isla continued to watch as the person who was with the young brunette girl put a comforting arm around her friend's shaking shoulders.
"It's perfectly normal for you to be worried, Celia.." she said. Ah, that was the girl's name.
".. After all, you were Jane's best friend, right? I know that if my best friend suddenly ran away without telling anybody that they were doing so, I would be really worried, despite anything they may have done which would be considered a bad thing. And anyway.. Perhaps Jane had a good reason for doing what she did?"

Celia snuffled a little and wiped tears from a blotchy face. "Perhaps.." she said in a small voice, so soft that Isla really had to strain to hear what was being said. "I'll just go and.. calm down.."
With that said, a tearful Celia stood and crossed the room, heading for...

Isla was up in a shot, and walked over to cut across Celia's route to the ladies', turning to look at her and acting surprised and concerned.
"Excuse me.. Are you alright?" she asked. The brunette looked a little surprised, but nodded slowly, even though it was clear that she was anything but. Isla hadn't really thought this plan through - they were close enough to the door of the ladies' restroom to see anyone exiting or entering it, and it wasn't as if she could keep up this act for long anyway. There was only so much you could say in a concerned way to a crying stranger.

"Are you sure? You look really upset about something.." she continued, caring yet intregued eyes watching Celia's expression change to one of anxiety, as she nodded once more. She looked like a little child who was trying not to cry as they were being told off.
Isla nodded. "Okay, if you're sure." she said, then carried on walking as if she actually had somewhere to go. She ended up walking into the ladies' restroom with Celia, by accident. It was the only place she could think to go to - and perhaps she could give Jane some sort of warning that her friend was here, so close.

When she got in, she began to rummage in her bag, bringing out a makeup bag and beginning to reapply makeup. "You shouldn't be upset, you're too cute to be crying." she said quite comfortingly to Celia, who smiled a little uncertainly, and even laughed a little hesitantly as she wiped her face and applied a little more makeup to replace what had been smudged or rubbed off.

Jane, who was hiding in a cubicle, listened intently. Why was Isla in here, talking to a random girl, who had apparently been crying? With widening eyes, she realised that the laugh she'd heard sounded a lot like Celias.. Had Isla led her into the restroom? What was going on?
Heart pounding, she tried to keep as quite as she could to listen to any more conversation. She had missed Celia so much - and even though Isla was very friendly and Jane liked her a lot, she wasn't really a replacement for her best friend.
She thought she'd never see Celia again. Still, she held herself back, she couldn't reveal herself now - for all she knew, Celia could be completely on Vesta's side by now.