Room 509, early Wednesday evening

[trigons_child]

After Magic Reserves, Raven retreated to her room to meditate. She thought she had buried the part of her that longed so much for love, but apparently not deep enough, and she was projecting her desires again. It at least had made sense when she had affected Jono, and even somewhat so for projecting on her fellow students, but Max? First of all, he was a teacher. Secondly, she still panicked a little around him because of what his vampire self had done to her. She would never want to encourage his affections, but he'd professed his love in the park. Katchoo made more sense than Max, and she made no sense at all.

Raven sat cross-legged on her bed, calling on her Azarathian training to purge herself of the wayward desire, and on the training Anakin had given her to shield herself and stop projecting. She had no idea neither were necessary.

[ooc: for a special delivery or two. Door is closed but not locked; post is open.]