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Seven was in a chipper mood today.

She was allowed to wear a pretty dress, one that was pale pink and had flowers embroidered on the hem, with matching shoes and headband. This time, she didn't mind that she had to wear a boring old cross around her neck because she could pretend she was wearing the pretty diamond necklace her friend was wearing yesterday. Seven would have taken it, but she had been clumsy and got blood all over it. She didn't like it very much after that.

More and more people started filling up the beautiful ballroom they were in, and by then, Seven was delighted. There was nothing she liked more than being surrounded by lots and lots of people who were all friends in the making. She had to make sure she was controlling her light, though. Sometimes, when she gets excited, she forgets to turn it off and it attracts people without her meaning to. Other times, she accidentally spreads her excitement to everyone else, and that gets her in trouble too.

But today, Emmanuel said she must only sit and watch and she wants to be a good girl for him. Emmanuel was one of her favorites, you see. She's not allowed to make him like her, but she knows he does anyway.

Seven paid little attention when the actual meeting began, mind wandering as it tended to when boring people talked. There was a moment that did pique her interest though, when several men were brought out to what she imagined was the stage. Seven sat up and tried not too giggle as she stared at their state of nakedness, and was particularly interested with the man whose torso was whiter than the rest of his body. It amused her how it looked like he had an invisible shirt on.

Sometime during the meeting, Emmanuel got up and grabbed her wrist to lead her somewhere. Seven readjusted it so she was properly holding his hand; she liked it better like that. Before she could wonder where they were going, a familiar tug at her heartstrings let her know. It was a feeling she'd get only when her precious brothers and sisters were around. Breathlessly, she looked around, and right there like she expected, as dapper and handsome as always, was her brother.

This is why Emmanuel was the best. He knew she missed her siblings, so he brought her to see one. They got seated next to them, and oh, Seven had so many stories she wanted to tell Ten. About all the friends she's made, the ones that have become a part of her and thus her best friends forever, and all the new places she's seen. 

Ten's friend was mean though, not like her Emm, and he wouldn't let Ten talk. Not that Ten ever listened to mean people! Seven felt herself beaming, proud that her brother would risk the wrath of his friend for her. She knew what happened when you disobeyed, however, and she wanted to make sure that her brother would not get punished. 

Before responding to Ten, Seven looked to Emmanuel, through lashes and big puppy dog eyes, asking for permission—for both herself and Ten. 

If Ten's mean friend still wouldn't let them talk after that, then she'd just have to do something about it.