"But going to Vale means I have to get up and get dresssssed," a muffled voice came from Amy's bed, spiky red hair and feathers sticking up from between Amy's pillows. The covers moved, Amy pulling them up around her head and pulling the pillow down under the blanket.

A pillow fell from the bed, two instants before a rapidly outstretched arm could catch it. A muffled sigh and Amy slammed her head into the mattress, then winced, the same arm reaching out for the bottle of Ibuprofen on the bedside and shaking it.

Silence.

A pause.

Amy sat straight up, spikes of hair falling around her face.

"Change of plans. We're going to Vale. Throw me whatever clothes aren't dirty," she added, forgetting for the moment that the only clean clothes she had were nicely sealed in an unopened box from school distribution on her table.