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Emily looked at her. She wanted to talk to her, get to know her. But even the silence of a dark, candle lit room would show no sanctuary or privacy for the two. As Emily trailed up the squeaky staircase, she turned around once or twice to make sure Negi wasn't being held back by Madame Jaflyn or Master Frin. Her jeans were ripped and there was stained blood on the lower part of her jeans, her eyes were dull and scared. Emily opened a dark wooden door and as it flew open, a peaceful quiet place was not found. A pitch black room was up ahead. Emily hurried on to light six bright candles across the room, her breath fast. The dark had frightened her more than usual today. She turned around, scared that she'd find Negi dead on the floor. Her breath slowed down to see the young girl safe, yet standing fearfully. Two small beds with wooden frames were in a corner of the room, pushed together as if they were one bed. There were many lit candles scattered around, a tinted window that showed the eerie, snow covered world outside of the Orphanage. The sky was black. The room was painted a normal, cream white on the walls, and a dark brown wooden floor covering the rest. There was a small brown desk with millions of drawings, songs, stories and homework on it. Scratched into the top corner with Emily's pocket knife read, "EMILY CHANCE." There was a white wooden chair in front of the desk. On the other side of the room was another desk, no papers on top. In the top corner read, "Negi" Emily had carved it in to make her feel welcome. The chair had a paper on it that said, "Welcome Negi." Painted with a red marker that Emily had taken from the Classroom.