**Isabella**
I was happy to finally step out of my room after a week. Razor had originally grounded me for two weeks, but to my surprise, he let me off the hook after just one. After breakfast, I decided to go out to the garden for some fresh air. Razor was out of town with Chris, taking care of some business.
As I walked into the garden, I saw Dean lounging on the bench, smoking a cigarette. He looked up, surprised to see me.
"Luna," he greeted, quickly standing up.
"Dean," I replied, sitting down next to him. "Is there a problem?"
"I can't be seen sitting too close to you," he explained nervously. "I don't want to get into trouble."
"Oh, come on," I rolled my eyes. "I don't think Razor will mind."
"You made him go back to how he really is now," Dean said with a sigh. "He's gotten scarier."
"Really?" I chuckled. "I didn't mean to."
