Unheard of. My Lyca finishes for me when I trail off. Before I can ponder on my neighbors’ abilities, I feel the familiar presences of my sisters’ auras. I turn and greet them with what I hoped was a smile. Though I’m sure it resembled more of a grimace. I’m actually over the whole assessment situation, but what I’d just read has got my mind all over the place. It’s not often that it happens, but the expression of pure, unadulterated antagonism that my baby sister is currently sporting is a testament to the level of how unnecessarily cruel it was to make us walk across a campus that is big enough to have actual neighborhoods for housing after that invasive as fuck placement “scan”, first thing in the morning. That being said, I’m not as surprised that Ami’s resting-bitch-face is a tad more… bitchy than usual.