Thread:Dawndragon1828/@comment-32273133-20190923104143/@comment-32460917-20190930054202

After that encounter at the door, Chan was hyperaware of loudly her shoes seemed to be slapping against the floor. The little things that came along with being perceived began to bother her. Did it matter if her hair was falling over her entire face? Was a hoodie suspicious? What about a bird? Would people stop her to ask if they could pet Poe? She hurried faster, her head drawn to the floor. How much of the staff actually knew her? What if she got kicked out?

She almost stopped to cast her (watered down) invisibility spell again, but her urge to just be as quick as possible convinced her not to. She’d need to break it once she got to MJ anyway. Better to use it once she had said what she’d needed to say.