“Zaylin. Devonshire,” Zaylin responded as Amy paused. She scowled as Amy mentioned the girl who had made fun of her in the library the other day. She wiped the look away as Amy blushed, the trio slowly making their way forward in the line.

“Nah, don’t worry about it. I’m used to it.” She adjusted the strap on her shoulder. She glanced over as she noticed the girl she had met the night before, and gave a two-fingered wave. “Glad to see you made it back to campus safely.”