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Rosie Hawthorn adjusted the lavender lapel of her custom lab coat, smoothing down a nonexistent wrinkle before stepping into Room 2C. She was early, of course. Anything less than punctual felt like a personal failure.

A few heads turned as she walked in, and went to her seat. Some curious, some amused, one already rolling their eyes. Rosie didn’t mind. She had been used to this. Between her lavender lab coat, pink hair decorated with cutesy hair barettes, pink glasses, and glittery rainbow colored notebooks and folders, she often stood out amongst the more “serious” students. Let them underestimate her. Let them try and match her citations in the class discussion.

The classroom filled slowly. Some students came in laughing, others still rubbing sleep from their eyes. Rosie didn’t acknowledge anyone unless spoken to. Although she did subtly scoot her chair away from a classmate who smelled like smoke for some reason.

Then, the projector screen flickered to life, displaying:
Cognitive-Behavioral Pokémon Therapy: Welcome & Introduction
Underneath, in smaller font:
“A well-adjusted Pokémon is a well-supported partner.” – Dr. Fennel

Rosie’s eyes lit up. [color=F8C8DC]“Oh, finally. A class that gets it.”[/color]