Eden really, really, really, really needed to relax. Seeing her belongings rifled through and WRINKLED had enraged her to an unexpected degree; now she stood silently shaking, fuming, ready-to-punch-something mad in the center of the first year girls' dormitory. She'd always had a bit of trouble managing her anger.

But she didn't want an incident. Didn't want to be known as "that kid" within her first 24 hours at school. This too shall pass, right? Okay. Okay. Deeeeeep breaths.

1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10...9...8...7 ...6...5...4...3...2...1...okay. Okaaaay.

Eden took several minutes to compose herself, changed into leggings and an oversized sweater, grabbed a random notebook and pen, and counted one more time before going back down to the commonroom. She saw Quinn and Ash near the stairs and sat next to Quinn on the sofa. "Are we all down here plotting the revolution?" she half-joked.