"I was missing the part about your aunt," she says. "The arson, I'd heard of."

"There's a bit of history between the Hales and the Argents. Maybe I'll tell you the whole story eventually. The gist is, Derek and I don't really get along much, since his uncle and my aunt decided pointless violence and revenge plots belonged anywhere other than old tragedies."

She readies her bow. If she's pretending the target is her aunt, she certainly doesn't say anything.

"Sorry to hear that. It sounds like a real mess."

"It's mostly over now," she says as an arrow hits the bullseye.

"But only mostly. You should be careful," she says, hesitantly, as though stepping carefully over an area with possible landmines.

"I'm listening," she says. "What should I be careful about?"

"Sometimes weird things happen in this town. Especially around the full moon. Maybe I'm just picking up local superstition."

Arrow, meet target.

"If you say so, I believe you," she says, with emphatic sincerity.

"I don't know what I should tell you. I don't know your aunt, and I do know my parents. Just, keep an eye out, but stay safe. Don't go looking until you're sure you're ready."

She starts talking about how to properly string a bow, if Solvei allows the change in subject.

Yes, absolutely. She is so willing to learn about archery.

Learning ensues.

Eventually, they part ways.

Fencing club does not meet every day, unfortunately for Allison.

Today, she can explore chess, photography, or League of Legends.

Let's see what's behind door number two!

There are of course many students in photography club (well, about ten), but only one that matters.

He seems to tense when he notices her.

"I can go away if you'd rather maintain your territory," she says. She manages, somehow, to not look at any pictures while also not obviously looking like she's deliberately avoiding looking at any pictures.

"No, it's fine. Some of them are just kind of...raw. Personal." 

He pulls out a few for her to look at, if she's interested. 

Solvei is delighted to look at the pictures he chooses to show her. "You're a real artist," she comments.

The pictures he is willing to show her include a picture of a lacrosse game where the players and the audience equally share the shot, a rusting water fountain, and a dead bird on the front steps of the school, surrounded by various kinds of flowers. 

"Thanks. I'm really much of an artist; I'm much better at composition than creativity."

"I think photography is an undervalued art."

"Maybe you can inspire my next series. I haven't been as passionate about it lately." 

"I'd be delighted."

"Are you much of a photographer yourself? No one here will complain if you aren't, we mostly just use the club to do things independently anyway."

"I'm here pretty much because of spur-of-the-moment curiosity. My second choice for today was League of Legends. But I might be interested in learning photography."

"I don't know if I'm the best teacher. I'm not very patient."

"I learn fast. Up to you."

"Okay. What is it that makes these shots good? Or bad, don't hesitate to critique."

He gestures at the ones he's shown her.