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( "This is it." ) The chips she had gotten from Cadence were still in her hand, forgotten, as Morgan gazed upwards, rapt: she hadn't needed the warning. The first sliver of shadow over the moon had sent a shiver down her spine as she felt her power surge. Her magic was so rarely poetic. It wasn't th...

Laura looked out the window at the people gathered outside. She should have been out there: she needed the grades, and she was sure detention wouldn't stop her from participating in something that was basically school work. But she couldn't bring herself to venture outside and mingle with all the un...

"Oooh! Fud!" Morgan reached a gloved hand over and grabbed some of the chips. ( "Ah, Hohiro, you're here," Carrie said, as a third smokey form joined the two ghosts already there. "Where are the others?" If smoke could shrug, Hohiro would have. "They're coming: they can't coalesce as fast as I can."...

Morgan spread out the blanket she had dragged with her, and plopped down on the grass next to Cadence, where it was warm.

("You should be inside studying," Carrie said.)

Morgan just waved her hand to placate the ghost, and turned to Cadence. "I miss anything?"

"Uh, sleep well?" "Like the dead." Morgan grinned, but it turned into a yawn. ( "The bug was looking at something on the computer," Carrie cautioned, "but she closed it when she noticed you were coming. I think she's hiding something: you should keep an eye on her." ) "Stop being paranoid," Morgan ...

Puck drops at 8.

Morgan had vaulted into a seat by the TV at 7:55, switched channels to the hockey game, and settled herself in for a couple hours of mindless violence... hopefully. She would periodically comment on the game to the empty space next to her.

Morgan flopped down on her bed and reached for her iPod, preparing to just veg out until dinner. She'd been feeling kind of... blech lately, probably from the lack of regular exercise. Sure, heroing required SOME physical activity, she was mostly just following Hohiro and the gang around, making sur...

Morgan yawned as she descended the stairs, barely awake. "I don't know why you keep waking me up so early," she said to the seemingly empty air. "Just because the clock says it's six, doesn't mean my body believes it. I'm still on Winnipeg time. I mean-" she had reached the bottom of the stairs, and...

The kid with the power to mentally control pancakes says: Hey, you know that new creepy death kid, what's-her-face: Morgan! I totally saw her talking to herself yesterday. And not just talking with herself, she was ARGUING with herself. Isn't arguing with yourself a sign that you're crazy?

Laura fidgeted in the hard, uncomfortable chair as Mr. Herrera watched her from behind his desk, fingers steepled: he watching the replay from the security camera the night before, she avoiding looking at him. The video paused; a very familiar person burning words into the brick of the school. "Do y...