Fifth Floor Common Room, Friday Morning

[trigons_child]

Raven had had a much more restful sleep that night, thanks in no small part to the strength Professor Anakin had added to her shields. And he hadn't thrown her out of the school for using her powers on Chuck, so that lightened her mood as well. (And she hadn't listened to the radio and heard herself referred to as having a weird kink about doors.) She decided to test her shielding by venturing into the common room. Someone had left the TV on, and she found herself mesmerized by what was on, a strange show featuring a scruffy madman who had somehow schemed to turn the woman he loved into a mummy. He was currently fondling her bandage-wrapped form while her sister debated how to rescue her.

[ooc: No, really, I checked TV Guide, that's what's on right now.]

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[intraspective]

"But emotions are important!" Ino insisted. "Don't wish them away!"

[trigons_child]

"I am not allowed to truly feel emotions," Raven said. "I must keep mine controlled and quiet."

[intraspective]

Ino frowned slightly. "Isn't that, like, hard?"

[trigons_child]

"Extremely," Raven said, her voice quiet. "On Azarath it was easier, but here, it is so easy to see the joy and affection that people feel. I would be envious if I let myself." Well, no, she was envious, she just wouldn't let herself admit it.

[intraspective]

"Not all emotion is good either," Ino had to point out. "But even the bad things need to be felt. Builds character, even if some control is good."

Pot. Kettle. Whatever--Ino knew exactly what she was doing even when she lost her temper.

[trigons_child]

"I can learn from experience," Raven said. "But I cannot let myself truly feel. It is not allowed. I would prefer it otherwise, but...."