----- Her hair swished as Cricket rolled her eyes. Even without her usual collection of hair products, she still had the shiniest locks in the cafeteria. It was utterly satisfying, despite the fact that she was dangerously close to losing this argument. To a first year, no less. โHonestly, I canโt even stand to talk to you any longer, sweetheart.โ Better to pretend to hold the higher ground by fleeing the scene before it became just that. A scene.ย โI have homework, anyway.โ With huff, she spun around--gloriously memorable exit pictured in her mind--and smacked head first into a warm body.ย โUgh! Can this day get any better?โ















