Serena's pov
The morning after I moved into my new room, Ramona came to visit me.
She tried to walk inside without knocking as usual, like she had lived in my room for years instead of just visiting. But the door did not open and she had to knock.
When I opened the door, she had a face of surprise, because she must have expected the room to be the same as the previous one. But it was not.
She walked in, with her silver braid hanging over her shoulder. Her grey eyes were sharp as always, but there was something softer about her today, something almost gentle. She carried a small wooden box in her hands, carved with symbols I did not recognize, and she set it on the table by the window before she sat down.
She looked around the room, at the big fire burning in the hearth, at the window
