Sleep wouldn’t come to Reagan the previous night, she woke up from another nightmare about Gothel. She had gotten out of prison and hunted Reagan down, kidnapping her once again, and locking her away far enough no one would ever find her. The worst part of the nightmare was seeing Flynn’s corpse lying next to her in the room Gothel had locked her in. When she woke up she found herself terrified and alone, she spent a good hour sobbing uncontrollably. Too scared of seeing Gothel in her sleep again Reagan decided to spend the rest of the night painting, she didn’t know what she was painting and had decided to let her hand and paintbrush do the work. It didn’t register with her that she had painted Flynn until she took a step back to see what she created. She couldn’t help the painful feeling in her chest or the tears that had once again sprung to her eyes. Of course it would make sense she would paint him at a time like this, he’s the only one who made her feel safe and comforted her. She’d do anything to have him here now. Before she knew it the sun had come up and everyone was waking up.
Not wanting to be in her dorm any longer, she placed her chameleon on her shoulder, took the painting and some art supplies before heading to the art room, not caring if her eyes were red and puffy and her nose runny. Here she decided she’d finish the final touches and spend the rest of the day painting things that made her happy. She needed to get the fear and pain out of her heart. When she finished she set the portrait aside and began painting a new picture, this time she knew exactly what she was going to paint. The night Flynn took her to see the lanterns, sometimes she felt as if that night was what kept her sane. It was her happiest moment and she wanted to feel it all over again. It wasn’t much longer before someone walked in, but she was too into her painting to look at them. However they were close enough to Flynn’s portrait for her to actually make a comment, “he’s even more handsome in person. I think he’d be happy to know I got his nose right,” she giggled to herself.
It had been so long since Harmony’s life felt complete. The fire had taken so much from her, and really knocked her down a few pegs. She missed her old classmates, her old classroom, her old teachers and mostly her friends. Yes, they were right down the road, but she missed them because they couldn’t always be together like they used to... They would never be together like they used to because they were missing the person who brought them all together, and because of that, things would never be the same. Having Fred around was the biggest blessing, though. Of all her friends, Fred was the best one to have around during this time because he was just a ray of sunshine on the cloudiest of days. But as much as she loved the boy, Harmony wasn’t the biggest fan of her new normal. Losing Tadashi probably hit her the hardest, other than Hiro of course, and Harmony was having a hard time adjusting to losing the man she loved... her best friend.
So the girl had been distracting herself by spending an unnecessary amount of time in the chemistry lab. It was the only place that Harmony felt comfortable. She felt like she could pretend life was normal and everything was fine. But the second she left that room, everything was a mess again. Usually, Harmony distracted herself with her phone. She could tell you anything and everything about twitter, instagram, and even how to get the old snapchat back, but she couldn’t tell you much about what was going on around campus, because truthfully, she didn’t care too much. It wasn’t the Institute, and she didn’t have a lot in common with the students here, so she found herself keeping mostly to herself, and really only talked to Fred. But for some reason, when she passed the art room and saw another girl inside, Harmony felt compelled to stop.  “These are beautiful,” she said, admiring the paintings.  “Oh? Do people usually get his nose wrong?” she asked, a bit confused about the comment.
