Moirah bit her bottom lip. Anticipation.

Something was happening. She did not understand exactly what was unfolding before her. She did understand that it was something [i]unique[/i]. She was a part of that something. The room of requirement, dark arts, secret plans... She was certain that whatever it was would be remarkable. What else could it be? She regarded each person in the conversation. Young and confident, somehow [i]different[/i] from their classmates. If she was careful and she was lucky she could figure out what it was they had and emulate it. She hoped that she already had a spark of it, as she was included...

She waited to hear the answer to Skylar's question. How... where... [i]what[/i] would be planned? And what would be needed from her in return?