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Second Floor Common Room, Monday After Classes

There were two reasons for the party being organized in the second floor common room tonight. The official one was that Sparkle and Alana were both campaigning for seats on the Student Council and needed to get their names out there.

The less official one was that Minako's fifth floor party the week before had been amazing, and the hosts wanted to prove other floors could host something just about as awesome.

Other than the VOTE FOR ALANA and VOTE FOR SPARKLE posters taped to the walls, the set-up was standard for a dorm party. They'd filled a table with pizza and snacks (including, at Sparkle's insistence, homemade sparkler-topped cupcakes), and Alana had set up her tablet to play a mix of trancey pop music. The electronica battled for ear space with an intentionally campy sci-fi movie playing on the TV.

Everyone in the student body had gotten an emailed invitation, so now it was just a matter of seeing who would show up.

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"I know you're not saying you usually use them for evil."

"No, just to show off, usually," Celia replied with a small smile. "At least this time it was...showing off with a purpose."

"That's usually how I end up using my power, too," Raven admitted. "It's nice to get to have whatever kind of dress I want."

"Or if you're feeling more like a brunette, one day," Celia added, arching a brow. She was tired, but not so tired as to not show off a little with something that came this easily, and her hair faded to blonde before warming back to her usual brown. "It's wonderful to have options."

Raven applauded for real this time, though still softly. "It just fades in and out on its own!" She shook her head, swapping her own style to brunette with a cascade of flipping scales. "Mine is never that smooth."

"No, but it's lovely in its own way," Celia assured her with a smile. "My father uses our magic to perform stage illusions, so it behooves us to make things change smoothly. But I really rather like that yours -- flickers, like that. It's clear that what you can do is part of you, rather than...an external force, like my magic. If that makes sense."

"I guess?" Raven said, changing her hair back. "I don't really know anything at all about actual magic. Is it something anyone in your world can learn how to do?"

"I think so?" Celia offered, tilting her head. "I have it hereditarily through my father's side, so it comes naturally to me -- that's why I broke glass, because of my inherent rather than learned magic."

She made a face, and added, "I'm not supposed to even call it magic, really. My father prefers 'manipulation,' but I think that if it walks like a duck...."

"But if you can inherit it," Raven said. "Then I'd think that would make it a part of you, too."

"...that's a nice way to think about it," Celia smiled. "Does your -- shifting ever act against you, in impulse, because it's such a part of you? It seemed like you had rather good control when we were down there."

At least, for as long as any of them did. By the end, everyone was fraying at the edges, it seemed.

"Not usually," Raven said. "But only because I've practiced a lot. My brother has lots of theories about how to control unconscious abilities, like my shifting or his telepathy. Sometimes I still lose it, though. One of my classes not long after I got here covered how to hunt and kill shapeshifters and my whole arm went blue. And one time when everyone was singing I got so freaked out I ran out of class, shifting all over the place."

"You had a class on how to hunt shapeshifters?" Celia was clearly horrified. "Oh my god. I would've panicked, too." And probably broken every piece of glass or porcelain in a hundred-foot radius, for that matter.

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"These two brothers taught in. Apparently in their world shapeshifters shed their skin like snakes and are pretty much always evil." Raven shuddered. "It sounded really gross."

"There's good and bad in every kind of person, though," Celia said, a little indignant on Raven's behalf, still. "I mean, that's barbaric, even if in their world shapeshifters are universally evil. That's like assuming all magic-users are bent on destruction, just because you're used to dealing with wicked witches."

Which was a word she didn't especially like, but that was neither here nor there.

She shook her head, sighing. "I really thought this place was enlightened enough to -- you know. Realize who their student base is."

Raven rolled her eyes and snorted. "In the first week of this semester, one of my teachers had us all shot at."

Raven didn't have a high opinion of the people hiring teachers at this school, no.

"That is impressive," Celia noted, eyes wide. "You're not taking Navaan's class again, are you?"

...it didn't exactly scream Navaan, no, but she wouldn't be surprised.

Raven shook her head. "It's taught by a man named Jane." Look, Jayne hadn't spelled it for them, okay? "The second week he introduced us to his gun, and the third he made us help him move."

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