Rory left a note for her cabinmates stuck to the door of the bathroom, pulled on a black sweatshirt with the hood up for maximum sneakiness, and tucked a few things plus a much-happier Vladdie into a bag.

She snuck out towards the path that would take them quickest to the school, and waited in the shadows.

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Rory, who had thoughtfully brought an old blanket to sit on rather than someone's robe, was sitting as far away from anything resembling poison ivy as she could get.

She was carefully rubbing sunscreen on her legs, because even if it was cloudy, there was still a risk.

She was learning, damn it.

Rory sat on a rock, reading New Poems of Emily Dickinson and waiting for Anakin, who she had handwavily asked to meet her.

Okay, yes, she gave terrible directions. But he could probably find her, right?

Every so often, she'd lightly touch the slightly warm necklace she had been given, and smile.

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