I found some black leggings and a circle skirt that looked fairly clean and tucked a white button-down shirt in to give the look a more professional angle. I dragged a comb through my hair, made a mental note to research spells of detangling, and checked myself in the mirror. Femme and serious, definitely not someone who spent the night sleeping on the floor and the morning snuggled into some girl's boobs.

Imogen met me outside. She had traded her typical torn shirt and jeans for a ...