The Graymalkin address was remarkably like the Massachusetts school in Christina's mind and as she stood in the corner of the room she'd been assigned to the young woman found herself reconsidering. Perhaps it had been a rash decision--or a series of them--to come here, to embrace her abilities and apply them into something larger than herself. She'd been trying to avoid following in Emma's designer shoe clad footsteps and yet...
...it would seem that there would eventually be a codename, a uniform, and some ass-kicking in her future.
"Awesome," Chris grumbled to herself as her cell phone rang again and again she sent it straight to voicemail. She didn't even bother to look at the caller ID. It was her mother. It was always her mother. She frowned, though as she sat the phone down on the nightstand and the door creaked open, another girl crossing the threshold.
"They weren't kidding when they said I'd have a roommate soon. Need some help?"
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