Room 306, Monday Morning.

[psycho_barbie]

After flicking off the alarm, Callisto rolled over and stared at the ceiling.

It was graduation today. Which meant that whatever tenuous claim to power the Thracian Women's Guild had over her would soon run out. Funny how that didn't seem as exciting as it should.

And she still had a speech to write.

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[notstakedyet]

"Don't wanna get up," Angel mumbled.

[psycho_barbie]

"Not like we have classes to go to," Callisto pointed out.

[notstakedyet]

"Oh, right," Angel said. "Yay."

He burrowed under the blankets.

[psycho_barbie]

Callisto snickered and curled up next to him, sliding an arm around his waist. "Comfortable?"