[ Four weeks here, and Dahlia's finding that she doesn't particularly mind it, really. She hasn't had a problem being granted rights yet; the battling is annoying, but it's nothing she can't deal with, really. And it's better than the Hawthorne home, with that lousy excuse for a father, that bitch of a stepmother, and Valerie. Not to mention that fawning idiot tutor. No, Dahlia really doesn't mind it here, even if she puts on the pretense of being a terrified wilting flower.
She's headed back to her dorm from the library, carrying a stack of books to help with her homework, when she faintly hears a sound coming from behind her. She stops to glance over her shoulder. ]
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She's headed back to her dorm from the library, carrying a stack of books to help with her homework, when she faintly hears a sound coming from behind her. She stops to glance over her shoulder. ]