Leaning over her Care of Magical Creatures homework, Kurumi found herself strangely attracted to the winged creatures she was reading about. The image on the page was not very flattering, and looked like something from one’s nightmares, yet the description below described them as gentle and misunderstood. Kurumi wrinkled her nose not wanting to believe that something that scary looking could be gentle. It was so…different.

Kurumi squeaked as she realized she had thought the exact word she had come to hate. She had been ostracized for being different. Had been labeled based solely on appearance.

“I’m just like you.”