Once the holidays started, Regulus had the dormitory to himself, so Calysta decided to camp in there for most of the nights. Harry and Ron had their dormitory to themselves too, and the common room was so much emptier than usual, so they could get the good armchairs by the fire. They spent their time toasting anything they could get their hands on, from marshmallows, to bread rolls and even English muffins. 

Ron and Harry had even managed to figure out that it was Calysta and her friends who managed to give Malfoy and his trolls those fine beards. Ron was astounded when Calysta and Regulus said they didn't even get into trouble for it. They spent hours talking about ways to expel Malfoy, even though they wouldn't work, and Ron kept asking Regulus to narrate the story of exactly what they did to prank Malfoy.

Ron also started teaching Harry and Calysta how to play wizard chess. Calysta was quick to grasp this as it was very similar to muggle chess, except instead of moving the players by hand, you had to speak the command. It was like ordering a troop of soldiers around. She'd played chess before, and although she wasn't as good as Ron, she was much better than Harry. Regulus and Ron were well matched though, both of them were equally strong, until Ron finally won the three hour long game.

Calysta and Regulus had also continued drawing the map. Although Raymond was doing a remarkable job of drawing, Regulus and Calysta decided they would use a new piece of parchment to draw their newly discovered areas of Hogwarts, so Raymond could draw them into the final copy of the map more neatly.

On Christmas Eve, Calysta went to bed (in the spare bed in the boys' dormitory), not at all expecting any Christmas presents at all. When she awoke the next morning, she was surprised to see a small pile of wrapped packages at the foot of her bed. 

"Morning," Regulus said sleepily, sitting up. "Merry Christmas."

Calysta sat up with a jolt, a wide, beaming smile meeting her lips. "Merry Christmas!" she exclaimed. "Look, I've got presents!" she said excitedly.

"What did you expect, potatoes?" chuckled Regulus, turning to his own pile, which was a lot bigger than her own.

Still, she'd never got presents at Privet Drive, so she was a extremely grateful.

Calysta opened up the first package, which was wrapped in brown paper. It was from Hagrid. Inside, was a chain with a wooden golden snitch pendant. Hagrid had obviously carved it himself. She immediately put it on. 

A second, very small parcel contained a note.

We received your note and enclose your Christmas present. From Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia.

Taped to the note was a fifty-pence coin.

"That's nice," commented Calysta, while Regulus stared at the coin as if he'd never seen one before. 

"Weird," Regulus said. "That's money? What an odd shape!"

"You can keep it if you like," Calysta grinned, handing it over to her best friend.

Regulus was still looking at the curious artefact in his palm.

Calysta found a neatly wrapped box in gold wrapping. 

"Whoa," she breathed, running her hand across the shiny wrapping. "I wonder who sent this one.."

She quickly tore off the wrapper, only to reveal a light blue book, which looked rather old and used, the title in a curvy-sort of writing. The Tales of Beedle the Bard. Opening the front page, she grinned as she read the note written inside.

Calysta—

Merry Christmas. This was one of my favorite books when I was younger. However, I've already memorized it, and I realized you don't have any Wizarding books. Try this one, I think you'll like it. It's yours to keep.

Love, Felix.

Regulus snorted. "Of course he'd give you a book," he commented, opening another boxed package in gold. "If he gives me a book I will seriously give it back!"

Regulus let out a groan as a book fell out, then perked up at the title. Quidditch Through the Ages.

"I'll let it slide this once," he muttered. "How did he know I've wanted this book for a while?"

Calysta was opening her badly-wrapped present from Jeff. He'd given her a box of freshly ground Starbucks coffee, along with a coffee press, which made her gasp when she opened it.

"He remembered!" Calysta exclaimed, her eyes sparkling as she looked at the coffee, inhaling it and sighing as the comforting scent reached her nose..

"What on earth is that?" Regulus asked, rather curious.

"It's coffee. Don't wizards have it?"

Regulus shook his head. 

Calysta's jaw dropped. "I don't know how you can live without coffee, but you've got to try this!"

Next, she opened another lumpy sort of package. Opening it, she found a small tin of homemade fudge and a hand-knitted sweater, in deep red with a C in gold. There was a note attached.

Ron's told us all about you, and told us you weren't expecting any presents. Enclosed is a sweater and fudge. Merry Christmas.

Love, Mrs. Weasley.

"That's nice of her," the brunette commented, putting on the warm sweater. 

Regulus' parents had gotten him a tawny owl. He was extremely pleased with it, and decided to name it Owliver.

Regulus had gotten her a pair of black, leather gloves for Quidditch, and she grinned, thanking him madly for them.

Raymond had gotten her a broomstick care kit, and the moment she saw it, her jaw dropped. It was common knowledge that Raymond was rich, but when she received his present, she was rather astounded someone could spend that much on her.

She immediately felt that the muggle Converse pair of shoes she'd gotten him was too little, and she mindfully wished she'd thought of something better.

And then Harry and Ron barged into their dormitory, Harry looking excited, and holding a silvery-cloak sort of thing.

"Merry Christmas!" Ron announced, his mouth full of fudge. 

"Cal!" Harry said excitedly. "Look what I got!"

"What's that?" Calysta questioned, glancing at the silvery material in Harry's hand. 

"It belonged to dad," Harry said breathlessly. "It came with this." He thrust a note under her nose.

Your father left this in my possession before he died. It was time it was returned to you two. Use it well. 

A very Merry Christmas to you.

"What is it?" Calysta questioned.

Harry handed it to her. "Try it on in front of the mirror."

Calysta looked into the mirror, and put on the cloak, gasping when her body vanished from sight. 

Regulus had dropped whatever he was holding, jaw dropping. "That's an invisibility cloak!" he gasped. "They're so rare."

Calysta instantly thought of how easy it would be to sneak around the castle wearing this. Nobody would be able to see her at all, and she could so easily get out of trouble...

Calysta had never in all her life had such a Christmas dinner. A hundred fat, roast turkeys; mountains of roast and boiled potatoes; platters of chipolatas; tureens of buttered peas, silver boats of thick, rich gravy and cranberry sauce — and stacks of wizard crackers every few feet along the table. These fantastic party favors were nothing like the feeble Muggle ones the Dursleys usually bought, with their little plastic toys and their flimsy paper hats inside. 

Calysta pulled a wizard cracker with Regulus and it didn't just bang, it went off with a blast like a cannon and engulfed them all in a cloud of blue smoke, while from the inside exploded a rear admiral's hat and several live, white mice. 

She was delighted with her four, white mice, who were so tiny, that they could all fit in her palm. After she asked Percy to help her magic a cage for them, he conjured one out of thin air, and the brunette placed her mice inside.

"I'll teach them tricks," she declared proudly. One could obviously tell she loved animals, of all shapes and sizes. 

Up at the High Table, Dumbledore had swapped his pointed wizard's hat for a flowered bonnet, and was chuckling merrily at a joke Professor Flitwick had just read him.

Calysta, Harry, Regulus and the Weasleys spent a happy afternoon having a furious snowball fight on the grounds. Then, cold, wet, and gasping for breath, they returned to the fire in the Gryffindor common room, where Harry broke in his new chess set by losing spectacularly to Ron. He suspected he wouldn't have lost so badly if Percy hadn't tried to help him so much.

Calysta and Regulus were constantly commenting and imitating Harry's set of dying chessmen, until Fred and George had fallen down on the floor in peals of laughter at the antics of the two first years.

After a meal of turkey sandwiches, crumpets, trifle, and Christmas cake, everyone felt too full and sleepy to do much before bed except sit and watch Percy chase Fred and George all over Gryffindor Tower because they'd stolen his prefect badge.

It had been Calysta's best Christmas day ever. Yet something had been nagging at the back of her mind all day. Not until she climbed into bed was she free to think about it: the Invisibility Cloak and whoever had sent it.  

No, she couldn't sleep. Something that actually belonged to her father. She sat up, carefully making her way out of bed, making sure she didn't wake Regulus up. Slowly, she made her way to Harry's dormitory.

When she climbed down the stairs, and slipped the door open, she didn't expect to see Harry's emerald eyes staring into her own.

"I.. couldn't sleep," they both said at the same time, before chuckling softly. Harry had the invisibility cloak under his arm.

"I was just about to wake you up," Harry admitted. "I didn't want to use this without you."

She let out a small grin. "Where shall we go?"

Harry shrugged. "I was thinking... Maybe the restricted section of the library.. We could look for Flamel.."

Calysta groaned. "Oh, Harry, I'm so sorry I forgot about that.." she trailed off. "I was so busy..."

"... Giving Malfoy a beard," Harry finished her sentence for her, grinning madly. "I know it was you, you can't hide that from me."

Calysta shrugged, giving in. "Yes, it was me and the boys."

"I fear for your future, hanging around those boys," Harry remarked, covering his twin with the invisibility cloak.

"Hey, they're not that bad," Calysta defended her friends.

"Yeah, it's not them that are a bad influence on you," Harry said seriously. "It's you who's the bad influence on them.."

"Hey!" 

Calysta looked up to see her brother shaking with silent laughter.

The pair climbed through the portrait hole.

"Who's there?" squawked the fat lady.

Neither of them answered.

The library was pitch-black and very eerie. Calysta lit a lamp to see their way along the rows of books. The lamp looked as if it was floating along in midair, and even though Calysta could feel her arm supporting it, the sight gave her the creeps.

The Restricted Section was right at the back of the library. Stepping carefully over the rope that separated these books from the rest of the library, she held up the lamp to read the titles. 

They didn't tell her much. Their peeling, faded gold letters spelled words in languages neither Harry nor Calysta couldn't understand. Some had no title at all. One book had a dark stain on it that looked horribly like blood. The hairs on the back of Calysta's neck prickled. Maybe she was imagining it, maybe not, but she thought a faint whispering was coming from the books, as though they knew someone was there who shouldn't be. 

They had to start somewhere. Setting the lamp down carefully on the floor, Calysta looked along the bottom shelf for an interesting-looking book.

Meanwhile, Harry had pulled out a thick, black volume with silver lettering, and had set it down on his knee to read it.

What Calysta didn't expect was a piercing, bloodcurdling scream to break the eerie silence of the library. There was no doubt that the whole castle heard it. The book was screaming.

It took a split second to come to her senses. Slamming the screaming book shut, she stuffed it into the shelf, and kicked the lamp out, while Harry covered them both with the cloak.

The book was still screaming.

Calysta and Harry nearly squealed when Filch suddenly appeared in front of them. Thankfully, they were both invisible, so Filch didn't see them when they ducked under his arm and scurried past him, holding their breaths. They passed through the doorway, the screams still ringing in their ears.

Until they stopped, facing a suit of armor.

They had both been so busy getting away from Filch, that neither of them had even thought to look where they were going.

"You asked me to come directly to you, Professor, if anyone was wandering around at night, and somebody's been in the library — Restricted Section." 

Whatever color that remained in Calysta's face drained. Did Filch know where they were? Maybe he knew a shortcut; how else would he get there so fast?

Much to the twins' horror, Snape was the one who replied. "The Restricted Section? Well, they can't be far, we'll catch them."

The twins stood rooted to the spot as Filch and Snape came around the corner ahead. They couldn't see the twins, of course, but it was a narrow corridor and if they came much nearer they'd knock right into them — the Cloak didn't stop them from being solid.

The twins backed away slowly and quietly. Calysta silently nudged Harry, her eyes pointing in the direction of a door behind her, which was slightly ajar. That door seemed to be their only hope. The twins slowly squeezed through the empty gap, trying not to open the door further, holding their breaths as they pressed themselves against the wall. Much to their relief, Snape and Filch slipped past the door without suspecting that they were inside, their footsteps fading away as they combed the library instead.

Adrenaline and excitement pulsed through Calysta's fingers, and her lips twitched into a grin. That was close, very close. But boy was it fun. That's when she took in her surroundings. They had entered what looked like an unused classroom, chairs and tables dusty from not being used for a while. There were two crumpled up pieces of parchment, and an empty wastepaper bin. And something that didn't belong there at all. It looked like it was there on accident—

A mirror? Calysta thought.

The mirror was tall and wide, and looked like an archway with reflective glass. It was tall enough to almost reach the ceiling, with an ornate border and standing on two clawed feet. It was magnificent. 

There was an inscription carved around the top: Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyn en wohsi. 

Harry had already moved closer to the mirror, and gasped when he looked into it, before whirling round as his eyes met Calysta's, before he turned back to face the mirror.

He kept looking at Calysta, and back at the mirror, and Calysta was confused on whether she had some sort of an insect or rodent on her person, judging by Harry's panicked expression. She moved closer to the mirror, standing next to Harry. 

And then she saw what he meant.

There was a whole crowd of people standing behind them, when she glanced into the mirror, and when she looked behind her, the room was empty.

Are they invisible? she thought. No, probably not. She dismissed the thought from her mind. That's when she noticed a pair of eyes identical to hers staring at her through the mirror. The man had a mass of black, messy hair, and the woman had striking, emerald eyes and red hair.

"Mum?" Calysta breathed, choking on her breath. "Dad?"

The couple in the mirror only smiled.

"Does it show the dead?" Calysta asked, nudging Harry, whose eyes were fixated on the mirror.

"I'm... not sure."

Harry moved aside, and Calysta stood staring at her deceased parents, before furrowing her brows as the shiny face of the mirror became black. 

She blinked, and less that a millisecond later, she was staring at herself again. Only this time, she was so much older. Her hair wasn't brown, like it was now. In fact, it was a rather curious shade of blue, and her eyes were a shade darker than her current hazel, doe eyes.

Her lips parted as she stared at the girl in the mirror, who looked so much like her, yet so much more different. Calysta suddenly noticed that her reflection had a wicked smirk on her face, a smirk she was used to seeing on the Slytherins' faces. Her wand was between her fingers, and as she noticed the background, her hand flew to cover her mouth and stop herself from screaming. The background of her reflection contained no other than her absolute worst fears, only the terrifying images of her fears looked very lifeless. The background was in black and white; the only thing colored in the mirror was her reflection, of her older self. It was really quite infuriating to figure out what this meant.

She closed her eyes, willed the image to go away, but it didn't go until Harry stood next to her again, holding her arm.

Before she opened her mouth to speak, she moved aside, wondering if Harry would see something other than her parents. 

"Harry, what do you see?" she asked, her voice dry.

"Mum and dad," he whispered softly, his fingers brushing against the mirror's cool glass. "Why?"

"I just saw.... myself," she sighed, rubbing her forehead with her fingers. "Anyway, it.. I think we should probably go back, I'm kind of tired.."

"You, tired?" Harry grinned. "Never thought I'd ever hear you say that before."

"You're not tired just because you spent three hours asleep right before dinner. While Regulus and I were hanging out in his dorm."

Harry suddenly turned pink. "You and Regulus... hanging out?" he asked, his voice raspy. "Do you.. like, like him?"

Calysta burst out laughing. "Oh God, Harry, Ew!" she exclaimed, her expression contorting into one of disgust. "No way. Jeff, Felix and Raymond had planned something with us before the left, and we are just continuing our..."— she thought of the right word— "ah.. project."

"Project? Cal, I seriously hope you aren't doing something that will get you into trouble."

Calysta shook her head. "Of course not!" she exclaimed, a little too soon. "We were drawing a picture of Hogwarts."

That wasn't completely a lie. Technically, they were drawing Hogwarts, but not in the way she implied to Harry. He obviously thought the outside, and they were drawing the inside. She was pretty sure they would be in an insane amount of trouble if Professor McGonagall found out exactly what they were doing. Not to mention, if anyone else found out about the secret passage in their dorm, Calysta was absolutely sure the boys would be moved to another dorm.

"Oh," Harry responded. "Why?"

Calysta shrugged. "Hogwarts is nice," she merely responded.

The pair went back to the common room quietly, and Calysta fell asleep almost instantly, in the spare bed in the boys' dormitory.

"Are you sure?" Regulus was asking, his voice a low, hushed whisper. 

Calysta nodded. She had just finished narrating to him every, single detail about the mirror and what she saw the night before, and made him swear he wouldn't tell anyone. 

"You could have woken me.." he shrugged.

"I would have, but I was so tired," she admitted. "Anyway, maybe I could show you tonight?"

"Sounds good," Regulus responded, his mouth full of bacon.

"But I don't understand. When Harry and I stood before the mirror together, it showed our parents. When I looked into the mirror alone, it just showed me, with colored hair and darker eyes, older, and the rest of the background and surroundings were black and white," she muttered confusingly, for the third time that morning.

"Wait, what was the background?"

"My... fears," she admitted. "Please don't tell anyone, even Harry doesn't know what I saw in the mirror. I think I'm going crazy."

"You listen to me, Calysta Potter," Regulus said sincerely, pushing his heaped plate to the side an completely giving her his attention. "You are not going crazy. I just think the mirror sounds fishy. I might be able to help after I take a look at the mirror. But for now, I think you should have that 'Quo-fee' of yours before it gets cold. It smells really good, by the way."

Calysta giggled as she took a glance at the coffee in her mug. 

When they had entered the Great Hall, she'd woken up, and brought her new coffee press and ground coffee with her to the Great Hall, showing Regulus how to make the coffee.

"First, you put this coffee powder into the coffee press," she measured out a tablespoon and placed it inside the glass coffee press.

"Then, you add boiling water," she said, pouring boiling water from the kettle at the breakfast table into the coffee press. The water turned a shade of deep brown.

"And then you cover it with the lid, which has a metal sieve, and leave it for two minutes. Once it's done, you press this," she pressed the knob that stuck out from the top, all the way to the bottom. The net trapped all the coffee dregs to the bottom of the coffee press, and the heavenly aroma of the muggle drink wafted all throughout the Great Hall.

She poured the freshly brewed coffee into a mug, before adding milk and sugar. "Ta da!" she announced. "Coffee at Hogwarts!" she said proudly. A few muggleborns looked enviously at her mug, that smelled so heavenly that all those who stayed behind at Hogwarts for the holidays came to the Gryffindor table to see what it was that smelled so divine.

"Regulus, it's called coffee," she corrected, taking a sip. She immediately felt warm and homely all over. It had been four months since she left the muggle world, and she missed coffee the most. She had to thank Jeff again, she really did have to. This was one of the best Christmas gifts she'd ever gotten.

And Regulus seemed to agree that coffee was indeed, fantastic, after his best friend made him half a mug of coffee. He just preferred butterbeer. Not that Calysta knew what it was, anyway.

But for once, Calysta's mind was off the mirror and what she saw, and she was sitting in the Great Hall in the cold weather, bundled up in sweaters and scarves, laughing and chatting with her best friend as they both sipped the coffee that made them feel warm all over, without a care in the world.

Calysta snuck down the secret passage with Regulus that night, down to the third floor, coming out in the broom cupboard near the charms classroom. From there, it was easy to navigate her way down to the room with the mirror.

After shutting the door behind them, she stood in front of the mirror, and once again, came face to face with her fears, which were faded, black and white around an older version of herself, which was in full color. 

"Here, look," she whispered, pointing at the mirror.

Regulus looked into the mirror. He was quiet, his eyes were wide as he stared into the mirror, a rather shocked and surprised expression on his chiseled features.

"What do you see?" she whispered.

"I see... my birth parents," he gulped.

"Your what?"

"My parents," Regulus said again, without taking his eyes off the mirror. "Except... their faces are blurred."

"How do you know it's your parents?" she whispered.

"I just do," Regulus breathed, his eyes mooned over with longing. "I feel... complete.. I just wished I knew who they were.."

Calysta looked down at the floor, sadness filling her at the sight of how sad her best friend sounded.

"This mirror is a waste of time," Calysta finally declared. "We'll keep staring at it, at the same image shown in front of us, and we'll forget to live our lives," she concluded. "I'm going back to the dorm, do you want coffee?"

The saddened expression on Regulus' face, was instantly replaced with a small smile. He leaned forward, grabbing the Potter girl's hand, holding it firmly in his own, guiding her back to the secret passage that lead to the boys dormitory.

Calysta didn't give the mirror a second thought after that, until breakfast the next morning. She knew it was obviously a magic mirror, that showed something other than her reflection.

She didn't plan on going back to see the mirror again, she thought it was a waste of time. Sure it was cool in the beginning, but after half an hour, she realized that staring at an image that wouldn't change at all was no point.

What she didn't expect, was to overhear Harry and Ron arguing at breakfast.

"I know what you're thinking about, Harry, that mirror. Don't go back tonight," she heard Ron say.

"Why not?" 

"I dunno, I've just got a bad feeling about it — and anyway, you've had too many close shaves already. Filch, Snape, and Mrs. Norris are wandering around. So what if they can't see you? What if they walk into you? What if you knock something over?" 

"You sound like Hermione." 

"I'm serious, Harry, don't go." 

Calysta knew Ron couldn't stop Harry's strong will. Which meant she was going to stop him.

The following night, she sneaked out of the Gryffindor dormitory, locating the room with the mirror quite easily.

As she expected, Harry was seated in front of the mirror, staring at it, too immersed in his own thoughts to notice her.

"Harry," she said softly. 

Startled, Harry turned around sharply. When his eyes met those of his twin, he relaxed, turning back to the mirror. Before Calysta could tell him not to waste his time any further, she noticed another figure next to her.

"Back again, Potters?"

Her eyes flew wide open. "Dumbledore?" she gasped, her voice a strangled whisper. Would they be in trouble? Would they be expelled?

"I — I didn't see you, sir," Harry stuttered.

"Strange how nearsighted being invisible can make you," said Dumbledore, and Calysta was relieved to see that he was smiling.

"So," said Dumbledore, slipping off the desk to sit on the floor with Harry, "you two, like hundreds before you, have discovered the delights of the Mirror of Erised." 

Calysta sat next to her twin on the floor.

"I didn't realize that's what it was called..." Calysta responded.

"But I expect you've realized by now what it does?"

Calysta hadn't thought of that.

"It — well — it shows us our family —" Harry said.

"It shows me my older self," Calysta responded.

"And it showed your friend Ron himself as Head Boy." Dumbledore told Harry. "And showed Regulus' family..."

Calysta's jaw dropped down. "But.. how did you..?!"

"I don't need a cloak to become invisible," said Dumbledore gently. "Now, can you think what the Mirror of Erised shows us all?"

"Does it show us what we want?" Calysta questioned, her brows furrowed in confusion.

"Let me explain. The happiest man on earth would be able to use the Mirror of Erised like a normal mirror, that is, he would look into it and see himself exactly as he is. Does that help?"

"It shows us what we want," Harry said. "Whatever we want."

"Yes and no," said Dumbledore quietly. "It shows us nothing more or less than the deepest, most desperate desire of our hearts. You, who have never known your family, see them standing around you. Ronald Weasley, who has always been overshadowed by his brothers, sees himself standing alone, the best of all of them. Regulus wished to know the identity of his parents."

"But Professor," Calysta questioned, interrupting him. "I saw two things. I saw my parents, and I also saw an older version of me.. with my fears around me.."

Dumbledore smiled. "Fear not, Calysta. It just means you have more than one desire. You wish to know your parents, and you wish to conquer your fears.. It is unusual, but not unheard of."

She nodded, understanding. "But if you're too busy staring at your desire in the mirror..." she began. "Then you wouldn't live to fulfil your desires, because you'd be too busy looking into the mirror, right?"

Dumbledore nodded. "Precisely, Calysta. This mirror will give us neither knowledge or truth. Men have wasted away before it, entranced by what they have seen, or been driven mad, not knowing if what it shows is real or even possible. I am proud of you for seeing its tricks before falling prey to it."

Calysta flushed, looking down at the stone floor.

"The Mirror will be moved to a new home tomorrow, Harry, Calysta, and I ask you not to go looking for it again. If you ever do run across it, you will now be prepared. It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that. Now, why don't you two put that admirable Cloak back on and get off to bed?"

The twins stood up.

"Sir — Professor Dumbledore? Can I ask you something?"

"Obviously, you've just done so," Dumbledore smiled. "You may ask me one more thing, however." 

"What do you see when you look in the mirror?" 

Calysta grinned at Harry's question.

"I? I see myself holding a pair of thick, woolen socks." 

Harry stared. 

"One can never have enough socks," said Dumbledore. "Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn't get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books." 

It was only when she was back in bed that it struck Calysta that Dumbledore might not have been quite truthful. But then, she thought, as she placed her book under her pillow, it had been quite a personal question. 

{ I know you might find it weird that calysta is having coffee in the wizarding world. it's just to show how used to she is to the muggle world, and although the wizarding world is fantastic, there are things she does miss and love about the muggle world; after all, she was brought up there. also, starbucks opened first  in 1971, in america, and jeff, being american, would definitely know, because starbucks would be popular in the united states. it did open first in the UK in 1998, i am just going to add in the fact that starbucks coffee (the beans) was imported from the US to UK, and sold only in some stores, and that is why calysta knows about it. it is quite famous all over. 

also; sorry for the late update, it was taking me forever to write this chapter.
anyway, hope the update was satisfactory. love, jasmine.  }