Jason had to close his eyes and relax before he got too angry.

Peyton sighed. "B-bad." He repeated the word that some of the adults and older kids had used against him. He sat up, then started cleaning away tears. "No more b-bad. Be g-good. No more glowey warmth." He told himself.

"Ugh I swear these humans..."

"Yeah..." Jason agreed, opening his eyes. They were just sad now, both from what people did to him and from he himself being half human.

Peyton sniffled, but then miss Becka came in. He smiled, but it fell as she came and nelt down b him without any smile.

"Peyton, you need to understand. You can't be talking with strangers." She said in a gentle tone, despite the cold room around. "And you can't go bursting into flames, it scares people."

Peyton nodded. "I nuw."

"No, you appearantly don't because you keep doing it." She said sternly.

"B-but I du!"

"If you do, then stop catching on fire."

"No mean tu." He sniffled.

"No excuses."

Puck fell silent again

"You will stay in here until you behave, understand? No more fire." She said.

Peyton huffed, crossing his little arms as flames flickered along his shoulders.

"Peyton!"

He saw them and patted them out with ease.

"Good. Stay." She said, as if he were a dog, then walked out and locked the door behind herself.

Again?

Yep. Again.

Peyton flopped onto his back, then rolled over and began drawing in fire on the ground. He burnt the metal, making images of wobbly dragons. "Pwetty... would wike me..."

Puck frowned yet again

"I could... move it forward. I was in there for a few hours." Jason offered softly.

"Yeah...you probably should."