Author's Note: This story is something that has been sitting in the back of my head ever since I wrote the one-shot 'To Forgive, Divine.' The story will not really make sense if you have not read the one-shot. Sorry if the prologue seems a bit out of sorts... I was a psychology major, so I loved dealing with more of the existential questions to life and society!

'To believe in something that others do not, does not make you the outsider- it only means that you think for yourself, not for others.'

Have you ever felt the preconceived notions of life were not all that they are cracked up to be? That all your thoughts and feelings of how things are supposed to be, are nothing more than the lock on the gilded cage that rob you of your very existence? That if you looked beyond it, the lines of the society deemed 'normal' reality would blur and you will stumble onto something far greater than you even imagined? If you just let go and see the truth for what it is, everything will fall into place; allowing you to see what truly is the reality of your subconscious, not something that the world made you see.

To come to the realisation that the person sitting next to you is the villain and the person who is considered the bane upon civilised society is actually not only your friend but also your saviour would give anyone pause. But when you see the world without the rose-tinted glasses that had been handed to you before you were born gives you reason to speculate everything that passes in your vicinity.

Everything that was ever taught to you about how the world works has been set on tilt and has slid across the chessboard of conformity and everything looks the way it must have looked to Alice, once she stepped through the looking-glass.

Opposite, yet the same. Ever moving, yet staying perfectly still. What appears to everyone as the death of the most vicious person on the face of the earth, to you now has become equivalent to having your heart ripped out of your chest. It is confusing to say the least, but when has anything ever been easy for you. The more insane the plan, the more poetic it sounds to your heart that has just recently been set aflame. It has to be perfect, otherwise it will all be for not.

No one has to know... you have kept the letter hidden even when they asked why you are acting so different. Even the Headmaster doesn't question your change in behaviour anymore. Your lack of determination in excelling in everything you touch has become more noticeable but no one would dare question you. They all believe you are still struggling over the fact that many had died, months before, and that you lived. Let them think that, it will only make everything easier when you disappear from their radar. You have become nothing more than background scenery for their main attraction- The Golden Boys. They will all know you were never the witch to fuck with, they will know that you- the brainy, know-it-all, is tired of their shit and will learn that even the Golden Girl has her side that no one should question. Even if it goes against their whole way of thinking. Bringing back the second-in-command to the most evil wizard in the world, will seem to them like a step backwards; but to you it is something that has to be done. You need this for your own sanity, not for their approval. You yearn for the truth... you need the truth to survive. If they can not understand that, then why should you care?