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Wings tuck in tightly against her back, Mags pushed her way through the crowd, her eyes scanning the ever-busy Pandemonium for a certain blonde. Rumours of the secret room had long reached her ears - it had always been a point of pride for her that she’d never needed their help, that she was capable of finding forbidden knowledge all on her own, thank you very much. But one dead end lead to another and soon, she found herself without any leads in a town that had far too many problems of it’s own.
A hard shoulder knocked Mags out of her reverie and she felt her wings instinctively fluff up, a primal attempt to look like the aggressor, as she faced the drunk boy that had already stumbled away, the stench of tequila palpable even from this distance. This place was far too claustrophobic for her - she needed freedom, needed to feel the air run through her wings, needed to breathe in the sweet smell of pine.
Mags could feel her heart beginning to race, the too-loud music a perfect match to her skittering heart. A few more minutes - that’s all you need. Dodging through the crowd, she finally made her way to the bar, hands grasping onto the dark wood with relief. “Excuse me!” she shouted over the music, trying to get the bartender’s attention. “Have you seen Nina? We’re supposed to be meeting up tonight!”
