you is kind, you is smart, you is important

Barnabas leaned over and patted Hazel's shoulder to get her attention. When she leaned over to her Barnabas whispered into her ear. The two parted, saying nothing more, and Hazel lifted her face to face Ophie again. She took a cleansing breath, then said, "No." This had been a common theme back at the school. Wolves would come looking not for guidance but for orders. Hazel had seen them leave in disappointment many a time when they refused to understand. She was going to have to be careful in her answer lest she be misunderstood. "I cannot tell you want to do. Life would be boring if we knew how our lives would unfold. All I can tell you is what I see in you. What you do with that knowledge is up to you."

"Now, if that is acceptable to you," she said as she crossed her paws, "drink your tea." The girl was in for a bitter ride. The steep was a mix of seeds, leaves and a few ground up things the girl would do well to remain ignorant of, and the tea was akin to astringent dirt in flavor. It served two purposes. There was much to be gleaned from the leaves themselves once the girl was through and the liquid itself would bring out the dominant characteristics in the girl. Everyone reacted differently. Some flew into a rage, angry at nothing in particular, everything, or one very particular thing. Others wept, grew panicked or vomited. Some grew drowsy. She'd even seen one particularly amorous woman chase a wizard around a clearing. Hazel had seen it all back home and she was certain before she died she'd see it all again.