Left to her own devices, Callie settled on the floor, taking off her charm bracelet and the few charms she had on her person, studying them, all were still active, and it was merely something to do. The sad tune coming to her, Callie looked up, and frowned slightly. What was that about?

hesitating, she very nearly got up, and knocked on the door, but didn't, Because that would be a wrong impression, right? A little frustrated, a heck of a lot confused and flustered, and a little sad, Callie pulled her knees up to he rchest, wrapping her arms around them, and tried to figure things out. 

She was exiled from the coven. 

She had no home. No clothes. Not a dime to her name. No toothpaste, or brush. No hair brush. NOthing but the few charms laid out in front of her. 

A werewolf had imprinted on her. And she was apparently botching that up. 

She figured she should be a mess, and perhaps the fact that she could still function was a small victory. Closing her eyes, she tried to push everything awway, and merely figure it what...what she wanted. Opening her eyes, her gaze drifted towards the bathroom. [@Kyrisse]