Frida Marigold Pov:

I helped Melody get back to the dorm room. I had texted Clawdia and ordered her to set up Melody's bed with fluffy blankets, teddy bears, snacks, a lifetime supply of books and to angle the TV was to face her bed.

Once she was settled I sat next to her until I needed to go and do the make-up trial. Abigail stuck her head around the bathroom door, her red hair falling over her shoulder and dripping water onto the carpet.

"Hey, I need a towel." I got up and grabbed her one, handing it to her and then returning back to Melody.

"How are you feeling?" I asked again.

"I have told you a million times, I'm fine. The real question is are you ok? Because you have been obsessing over how I'm doing and that is not like you!" Melody shook her head at me with mock disappointment.

I tucked her into her blanket and piled teddy bears on top of her, much to her dismay. Her muffled protests made me laugh, at least before I was hit by a shower of toys.

"You're so annoying you realise that?" she pouted. Turning her head up and away from me, arms crossed.

"Well in that case, I greatly apologise for your inconvenience, your majesty," I bowed down, unable to hide the smirk that spread across my face.

"Hey, it's almost Christmas. As soon as I get out of this jail they call 'bedrest' we should go down to the station and get presents for each other," she suggested. I nodded in agreement, even if it was a distraction to stop me from asking about her wellbeing.

"Sure, what could possibly go wrong?"

"Something could explode again," mused Melody, her mind seeming to drift away on the sea of thoughts that only she seemed to know.

"This is kind of random and out of the blue but what's your mist?" Abigail called from inside the bathroom. The door opened and she stepped out in her gear. She was ready for the trials in her knee high boots, leather jacket and matching leather gloves. She began to braid her almost uncontrollable red hair.

"Mine? I can read minds," Melody shrugged, nonchalantly.

"Wait...really?" Abigail's voice cracked and she sounded worried. She took a step back.

'I could understand being a little nervous about your privacy but almost being shaken to the core is definitely odd,' I couldn't help thinking about the next thought that popped up in her head. 'What if she's hiding something?' I know it's none of my business nor my place to think about those things, so I quickly banished that thought away to the back of my head.

Melody decided to put her mind at ease and reassured her. "Only if I touch you."

"Ooooooh really?" I reached out and held her hand. She turned her face away. "What am I thinking about?"

I tried to focus on horses or anything other than Abigail hiding something.

Melody was silent. She looked up at me, a look of shock on her face.

'Am I really that readable?'

She nodded.

But what if she IS hiding something?

"No" Melody mouthed at me.

"Horses. You are thinking about horses" she smiled, but I could see in her eyes that she was scolding me for even thinking about it. Abigail seemed satisfied and left the room.

She must be hiding something.