{Jaylin}
Jaylin stood up, satchel slung over her shoulder, heart pounding like she'd just sprinted up all six floors of the academy tower. Margaret was in the kitchen, humming softly as she prepared breakfast, seemingly untroubled by, or perhaps not remembering, last night's drunken kiss.
[Just act normal,] Jaylin told herself. [Pretend nothing happened. She was drunk. She probably doesn't even remember.]
She took a deep breath and stepped into the kitchen.
"Morning," she said, aiming for casual but landing somewhere between nervous and constipated. "I'm heading out."
Margaret turned, a bright smile lighting her face up. Her silver hair was tied back in a loose braid, and she wore a simple dress that somehow still managed to showcase her impressive cleavage. No sign of a hangover darkened her perfect features.
"Good morning, sleepyhead! Want some breakfast before you go?"
"No time," Jaylin replied, already edging toward the door. "Meeting with Javir."
