Betty's POV. 

A thought struck me then, cold and sudden. My smile faltered. 

"Wait, but how would this even work? My fashion design courses..." I turned to Damien, then back to the High Priestess. "I was halfway through the term. 

Madame Rousseau doesn't accept absences, and my final collection was due weeks ago. The university has strict policies…"

My hands started to move, gesturing without my permission. "And the other students, they've moved on without me. I can't just walk back ...