"Nice to meet you, Bobbi Angelus. I love that name." Brianna said, stepping inside the house.

"Oh my. It hasn't changed one bit..." she said, looking around.

"How long have you lived at the school, Bobbi?" Brianna asked the younger girl as she pulled her suitcases inside.

Bobbi, if she looked, would notice that none of Brianna's movements were wasted as she moved. Every step, every turn of the head was fluid and graceful, like a dancer.