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	Jeanette Forestier stood on the parapet wall of her apartment’s roof. For an ordinary person, a bystander would have called suicide watch if they saw someone standing on the edge of a roof. However, after the incident in Washington Park, Jeanette was no longer just a regular person. When a gentle breeze blew by, the blue avian feathers on her arms rustled. During the incident in Washington Park, Jeanette had watched her arms morph into the wings of a bird that were scaled up to fit her body.

	Jeanette had never tried to fly since she gained her powers from the incident. What did she have to lose not trying? She took a deep breath and began flapping her avian wings back and forth while she built up the courage to make the leap. She nervously clicked the talons on her feet, which had also become avianlike because of the incident in Washington Park. While being a woman with arms and legs that were an avian and human mix (although they were more on the avian side), she also did not think her appearance was bad enough to end her life. The rest of herself was still one hundred percent human. She was just afraid that she might plunge to her death.

	With one last deep breath, Jeanette bent her legs and launched herself into the air. At first, she could not tell whether she was flying or falling, but after a few seconds and an adrenaline rush, Jeanette found herself gliding in the air, where she had to flap her wings every once in a while to keep herself in the skies. It was an uncanny feeling to see people and cars on the street below from a bird’s eye view. Looking down from a plane is one thing, but, when you are the one flying, it is a totally different feeling.

	After she felt comfortable with flying, or at least more than she did before she took off, Jeanette tried to get her bearings before setting course towards campus. She saw on Twitter that someone was holding a small support group for the victims of the Washington Park incident. Since she was already out now, she decided she might as well go. However, when she got closer to campus, Jeanette realized that she also had to figure out how to land. After circling the greens below her so that she would have time to recall how a bird lands, she saw out of the corner of her eye a small bird fly down to the ground.

	Jeanette tried her best to mimic the bird’s form. Sure, she might look like a big goofball, but that was preferable than face-planting into the ground. Not only would that suck, but also hurt. A lot. While the landing was a little rocky, Jeanette did successfully return to the ground without getting a mouthful of turf.

	She then turned towards Adams Hall, the building where the metahuman support group had been scheduled to happen. Since she was still getting use to her new avian feet, it took Jeanette a few minutes to walk over to the entrance of the hall. Once she got there, she was really fortunate that she still had opposable thumbs on her wings or else she would not have been able to open the door. Before she headed to room 307, Jeanette made a pitstop in the women’s restroom.

	When she peered into the bathroom mirror, Jeanette saw that the wind had made a mess out of her hair while she was flying over here. It looked almost like she had ridden a motorcycle without a helmet. While most would have thought she had dyed her hair the same color as her wing feathers, that color was actually now her natural hair color. As she did her best to tame her hair, Jeanette wondered if she should cut her hair. She was not quite sure if she was ready for a pixie cut. Maybe a bob cut.

	Once she had fixed her hair, or at least to the point where it would not look like she had just rolled out of bed, Jeanette proceeded to room 307. She found that flying up the stairs was far more efficient than walking up them due to her avian feet. After the going up two flights of stairs, she wandered around until she found the room. When she found it, Jeanette found four people waiting in there. Two of them were wearing regular clothes, although their cat and wasp traits (respectively) made it clear that they were metahumans. The third girl was wearing a raincoat, despite the lack of precipitation that day. The last person, who was the only man in the group, was wearing a superhero costume that was comprised of several shades of brown with black stripes on his back and dinosaurlike tail.

	“Hey.” Jeanette introduced herself. The four individuals inside the room turned their attention towards the harpy girl. “My name is Jeanette, although you can just call me Jean. I guess I found the right place.”