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The clouds were funny here. Imogen tried to make stories out of them like she would with Caius, but all she could think of was how they weren't her clouds and this wasn't her mountain and she didn't like how holy this place felt. Oh, no! There wasn't like a holy spirit or some magic religion device that could detect, uh, non-praying people, was there? She'd never been the religious sort, not like old Angelica who went to church three times a day and liked to call her a heathen every time she said [i]balls[/i] or [i]bastard[/i] or [i]dungheel[/i]. Sermons were far too dry and unexciting for her taste, and she swears that quoting a line of scripture to her would be enough to make her doze off. 

Imogen stretched and didn't bother stifling a yawn. Wow! Even [i]thinking[/i] about it was making her sleepy. She would have shut her eyes right then for a quick nap if it weren't for the sudden tapping on her shoulder, like someone was calling for her attention. But there was no one beside her? Imogen sat up with a start and looked around apprehensively—maybe there were holy spirits wandering around her after all! A chill ran down her spine. Everyone in town often made fun of her for being such a scaredy cat when it came to the occult. 

[color=ffb5c2]"Eeep!"[/color] Jumpy from her own overactive imagination, Imogen shrieked when something hit her head. [color=ffb5c2][i]They're coming to get me![/i][/color] She raised her hands in an offensive stance, frightened but stubborn and unwilling to back down without a fight, even if she has to punch something intangible. 

Nothing of the sort happened, though. Instead of some angry spirit ready to smite her, Imogen was greeted by a soft yellow blur. It entered her field of vision for but a moment, then there was a thud as something—someone?—got intimately acquainted with the ground beside her. There was a split second of stillness in the air as the gears in her head started turning, processing the turn of events. Then, a peal of laughter as the ghost turned out not to be a ghost and was a classmate instead.

[color=ffb5c2]"Are you alright?"[/color] Imogen asked through her giggling, just as another person came over to help the poor girl up. Oh, it was Rai-Rai! From House Glowsomething. Lots of fancy words came out of him, though Imogen thought he seemed really nice all the same. And quite clumsy, apparently. She laughed to herself as she imagined him tripping over his own feet every third step he took.

Rai-Rai proceeded to apologize for his friends, and Imogen barely caught herself from slipping. She was going to remark about how they probably rushed out to sneak in some make out time, but she heard Caius in the back of her head tsk-ing in disapproval at her nosiness. There's a time and place, he'll say all quietly reprimanding while she mouthed the words along mockingly.

Clary joined their little group not long after, apologizing the same way Rai-Rai did, except she blamed Jory for not being able to keep it in his pants (at least, Imogen figured that's what Clary meant about 'whims overwhelming reason'). She shrugged, not really one to judge. It's sweet that he can't help himself around her, so long as it's not in a creepy way.

More introductions followed, and a contrast to Isolde's soft, polite one, Imogen's was upbeat and a bit informal. That was probably okay, right? They're all yellow deer people or whatever, so they’re already comrades in her eyes. [color=ffb5c2]"Oh, my turn! Hi, I'm Imogen. You guys seem great, I like you already."[/color] She'd already forgotten how the others did it earlier, with houses and titles and such. What she did recall, however, was a pressing mystery that needed to be solved. 

[color=ffb5c2]"By the way, Rai-Rai,"[/color] she turned to him, addressing him so casually one would assume she'd known him for longer than five minutes. [color=ffb5c2]"Earlier, did you say you were 'looking forward to the cafeteria to meet wyverns?' Like to eat them? I've been trying to figure out if that's gross or incredible."[/color]