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Madeline was 80% certain that she might have a very serious problem. Over the course of the last few days she had been involved in several unfortunate situations. It had all started last Sunday when she had been practicing at Hidden Park (a cement patch outside of the universities old gym, it was currently being used for storage) on a night that she had been especially restless. She had lost her temper and kicked a nearby trashcan when things weren’t going the way she wanted them to, and she realized now just how big of a mistake that had been. Someone must have seen -- she was 80% certain that someone must have seen -- because ever since then one strange thing had been happening after the next.

On Monday, the girls dormitory had been vandalized. Someone had spray painted seemingly random letters all along the hall. On her door in particular a large, orange “E” was painted. None of the other doors had any paint of them, and all of the other letters had been in black. Was it just a coincidence that it was the same color as her hero costume? She was nervous, but she convinced herself that it had to be bad luck -- even if someone had seen her using magic, how would they have known what her uniform looked like? She hadn’t used it once since moving to Lost Haven at the start of the school year. It had to be by chance.

Tuesday was a different case altogether: Tuesday was more than just a hint, it was a threat. There had been a three-way collision at an intersection between Central Station and Sherman Square, and she found herself in the middle of it. Madeline was more than just worried for herself at this point, she was worried about those around her. Whoever this was was willing to get other people involved; even innocent civilians who had nothing to do with her. Of course she was still trying to convince herself it was nothing more than happenstance, but it felt more like they were trying to provoke her into using her powers in public. Luckily everyone involved was alright, but the speeding car that had caused the crash had gotten away before she'd had the change to do anything about it.

Today was not like Monday or Tuesday. It wasn’t a hint, it wasn’t a threat, it was a statement. It was still early in the morning, just as the shower room was opened, and she thought it was strange that she was the only one there. Usually there were at least a few girls waiting for the shower to open so that they could rush to class, but it wasn’t exactly terrible that no one was there so she continued with her morning as planned. The shower had been normal -- actually, she got to have a little bit of fun heating up the water since no one was around to see the abnormal amount of steam coming from her stall -- but her towel and her clothes had been stolen. Usually, Maddie would have brushed it off as a prank from one of the other students, but there was nothing usual about today. Waiting for her, folded neatly besides the sink, was her leotard (mask and all).

Madeline was 100% certain that someone knew who she was now. But how could they have gotten her uniform? It had been in her room, in a suitcase under her bed, since day one. The only other person in there with her was Violet, though she knew some administrators had skeleton keys for emergency situations, but no one had seen any administrators lurking around the girls dorm. Violet was more likely, Violet had plenty of opportunities to rummage through her things when she wasn’t around, unless Violet had been inviting her friends over and one of them had seen. Even so, how would they have seen without Violet seeing it, too? She hadn’t thought of the possibility that more than one person knew. Even if it was only Violet for now, she could easily tell as many people as she wanted about what she had seen.

Maddie took a deep breath as she tried to clear her head. She had too many questions to handle all at once and she couldn’t think straight there. Madeline didn’t even bother to dry herself off as she threw on her uniform and made a dash for her room - she made it safely, though “safe” wasn’t a term she would use right then. The entire room looked like it had been turned inside out. The fluffing of her mattress was littered all over the room, the walls were covered in orange paint and all of her and Violet’s clothes were dumped in the middle of the floor. Even the bed posts had been scratched up, the window was covered in what smelled like manure, the lamps were broken... Madeline decided not to dawdle and to get herself and her things out of there as quickly as possible. She didn’t even bother to remove her costume or dry herself as she threw whatever clothes she could find on top of her leotard, uncertain of whether or not they were hers or Violet’s, and began to stuff as many of her things into her suitcase as possible. Whatever didn’t fit, she didn’t take as she fled the school grounds, not wanting to be involved any further in whatever it was that was happening to her so-called secret identity. Where was she supposed to go now?