Ailith (Ey-lith) Old English. Meaning: 'seasoned warrior'.

"And Ailith...don't even get me started about her." I said projecting my voice towards the tiny, Scottish girl across the hall from us. She stares back at me defiantly. Time for a lesson. 

"I mean she's tiny, she has too many freckles, her hair should be illegal. I mean look at how huge it is. I bet you could make another Ailith out of it. And who would notice the difference anyway... Awww, look how red she is right now." I sneak a peek to see her and find her tiny fists shaking and her delicate face and ears were turning the brightest red I'd ever seen, right before my eyes. Brighter even than her hair. Perfect. I laughed. I twirled my way over to my latest target. "Ailith dear, you look rather red. Do need some makeup to cover it. Maybe then you could hide those hideous freckles," A smirk made it's way onto my lips. I leaned in, careful not to touch her. "although I'm not sure it would cover you birthmark. It is rather big. I wouldn't be seen in public if I had that on my neck." I have a perfectly timed laugh in her face. Lavender is smirking too. I turn my back on the embarrassed girl and stride to the girl's bathroom, dragging Lavender along with me. Just before I enter it I see Jett's face.  An odd expression crosses it, his eyebrows slightly creased. Confused, I raise an eyebrow in response. What? I mouth. He shakes his head. Maybe he's dismissing the question. Mmmm... He turns and begins to walk away just before Lavender whisks me into the bathroom, gleefully clapping her hands. 

She begins talking excitedly, waving her hands in my face, distracting me from the way Jett was acting. "Classic. Pointing out her flaws. Especially since you and I are flawless. Darling, did you see her face. Red as a tomato, speckled as a robin's egg and I swear she almost wept. Not that that's unusual for our targets. They take one look at our perfection and the creatures panic. It's just natural for them to react that way to beauty. Your makeup is smeared. Must have been because you were too close to that loser. Come here darling. Lips." She purses her lips, making me do the same. Plucking a tube of Guerlain Kisskiss Gold and Diamond Lipstick, Lavender applys the $80 lipstick with speed and precision. I apply my blush at the same time. Staring into the mirrors I inspect the touch up. "Perfection." Lavender says as she packs my makeup back into my Gucci Bag. The bell rings. We smile at each other and go into stalls as the sound of people rushing to get to class before their teachers, comes from outside. I set my phone alarm for fifteen minutes. Just long enough to be fashionably late and not seen as an accident. Just short enough to not seem desperate. Just another day.