She didn't hold her breath waiting on him to accept her apology, and when he snapped at her, she wasn't in the least surprised. She didn't respond right away, instead she remained quiet. The possibility of repairing the rift between her and the boy in the other bed hardly existed, and yet Caitlin had become incredibly introspective over the last weeks. Even in the midst of her busyness, she'd carved out time to spend alone where she could try to piece together the muddle she'd been making of everything in her life. Sometimes it felt as if Rue was the only person in all of Hogwarts who truly accepted Caitlin, warts and all, and that bothered her. It bothered her enough to decide that she needed to change. In a real way.

She'd already taken a notebook and turned it into a journal. Each day, for the last week, she'd been writing in it. Writing about herself. Not about anyone else. Not about her feelings or her fears or her worries or irritations about others, but writing about herself. About how she thought of herself compared to the lives she seemed to ruin. It had become eye-opening. And the boy in the bed across from her, she'd wounded. Maybe not with intention - in fact, never with intention - but she had done just that. Wounded him. 

It was nearly a quarter of an hour before she spoke again. "I don't blame you for hating me, Trent," she said softly, her throat thick. "I've been," she paused as she tried to find the right word to say, trying out a number of them in her head before she decided to go for complete honesty, "a bitch. It wasn't right."