It hadn't taken her too long to find the other new girl. Obviously her call had done its job, and Pete played four quick, jolly little notes upon the sight of Ashling shuffle out of her room. With one swift motion the flute was out of Pete's hands and put away in her belt. She planted her hands on her hips as she turned right-side up, walking her way around in a loop. She tutted at Ashling, shaking her head as though disappointed. "Oh Ashling," she said, coming to a stop in front of the sleepy-eyed girl. "You do look as though you've just been rudely awoken from a nap. Naps are for old people, don't cha know!" Pete hooted with laughter quite suddenly, holding her hands on her belly as though she'd told quite a hilarious joke. 

Just then Pete's face went serious, and she sat down in mid-air, crossing her legs and tapping her chin. "Now earlier, just this evening, I saw a pack of misfits head out the door off to some adventure. They had Ellie as a leader and everything! Now I'm wondering, why do they get to go and we don't? I say we should've snuck along with them. Why didn't we, Ash? Hmmm." 

She was now stroking her chin thoughtfully, sincerely beginning to wonder why she hadn't thought of that earlier. It was a shame she couldn't turn back time and do so. There was one girl in that group with a big frilly dress that Pete so badly wanted to start a mud fight with. She sighed longingly, incredibly disappointed that she was now missing out. She wasn't sure how much more of this boredom she could take. People would soon grow weary of her tricks and pranks, and she'd grow weary of this place. It was already beginning, and she could feel it.