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Kinsay was starting to get used to The Room. Everything was still terrible, of course, but it somehow felt safer in here than it did outside. Even though she missed her wand and getting to run around outside and making up routines with Emm in the dormitory (there wasn't enough space here to practice her triple back handspring) and seeing her other friends and... Yeah. Even without those things, The Room still felt safer. The Hoods(TM) and Followers usually didn't come inside (only to take them from place to place sometimes, which she didn't like) and almost all her favorite people were in here anyway.
Like Phoebe.
Phoebe was one of her most favorite of all the people.
That's why Kinsay found herself gravitating to the corner with the trunk barricade. "I bet we could do it." She didn't realize the question was rhetorical, but likely wouldn't admit as much if she were corrected. Besides, Phoebe could do ANYTHING. This is something Kinsay believed with every ounce of her being (which wasn't a lot, but she was still growing!!!). The younger James sidled up to her sister, moving to sit down. "Phoebe, everyone's so sad." Including Kinsay James, to be fair. "We should do something." She even had ideas. Except they might not be very good ones. She wasn't sure.
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