Iara awoke to a loud noise: the noise of her clutz of a roommate tripping over the crap covering her side of the room. Sitting up, flashes of the vivid nightmare ran through her mind: blood, pain, ecstasy, and her ex-boyfriend's smile. As she wiped the sleep from her eyes, the Mirror looked at Jordan as if the girl was daft.

"What the hell are you doing?" She turned her eyes to her alarm clock and frowned harsher. "Do you know what bloody time it is?"

"Yeah! The malls aren't open late at night so if one wishes to go shopping, he or she has to do it now~!" the girl replied, unraveling herself from her spare sheet. "You're coming with me! Your wardrobe is positively dreadful!"

"What's wrong with my wardrobe?" Iara sighed and got out of bed. As she looked in her closet, she frowned. "Right, I don't have one..."

Jordan smiled and grabbed a bottle of concealer from the bathroom and started patting it onto the other girl's forehead. She frowned as she attempted to pile on the concealer. "How is this physically possible! It's just discolored skin; what is happening?"

The mirror sighed and pushed away her roommate's hands. "Vlad just said that it can't be covered by makeup, sounded like he didn't know why either..."

"He sounds like he's completely useless." the normal(-ish) girl said as she put a large bandage on her friend's forehead. "You could totally do better for a mentor. Mine, Professor Draven, is ridiculously awesome!"

Iara rolled her eyes and thought about the short glimpse she had seen of the Healer of their HON.

"Anyway, we're all set to go-go!" Jordan dragged the girl out of the dorms and started heading for the gate. Her mentor was standing, as if waiting for them.

"Hey Draven!" the girl said waving, attempting to get around him. "Just going to the mall."

"No, you're just going to the mall. Iara's going to go to the mall, get four consorts, kill a hundred people, get shot, and get the wrong size shirt." Draven said, looking at the mirror

"What the hell are you talking about? Why would I do anything like that?"

"Because of the mark on your forehead. It's Chosen One physics as Eden used to call it."

"Are you not letting you out then? It's not against the rules!" Jordan complained.

"No, you may do as you wish. Just thought I'd let Iara make an informed decision. Get your roommate kidnapped, get arrested, turn gay, possibilities are endless."

Sticking her tongue out at him, Jordan pushed her roommate out the gate. Iara looked back at him, curious how he came to the assumption something bad was going to happen to her.

After an hour of shopping, nothing of note had happened. But of course, when they got to the food court, Iara noticed someone she knew. A boy she once dated until he moved to Manaus and they couldn't quite handle the distance. He had his arm around another girl. Jordan noticed her gaze.

"Oooh! He's cute. Shame about the girl though." the girl said as she sipped on her soda.

"He's my ex-boyfriend. I had a dream about him last night..." The mirror looked at her friend. "Do you think it means something?"

Before she could be answered, the boy noticed the two and wandered over after finding an excuse to tell his new girl. "Iara?"

"Oh, hey Cid. How are you?"

"I'm fine. What are you doing here?"

"Well, I live around here now. This is my roommate Jordan. Jordan, this is my friend Cid." The mentioned girl smiled amusedly at him as continued picking at her kiddie meal.

"Roommate? I didn't know you were trying to get into a boarding school around here." He looked between the two girls, slightly confused.

"I wasn't, but I did. Not much choice where I go to school now." Iara rolled her eyes at Jordan again. Cid still wasn't getting it by his facial expression.

"The House of Night?" The roommate butted in. "She's a vampyre now."

"Oh... I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. I'm fine with being a vampyre." The mirror smiled at him, knowing he was just unsure what to say.

"Your girlfriend's looking a little testy, Cid." Jordan nodded at the girl that was hanging all over him earlier.

"She can handle herself." He finally sat down, smiling at his ex-girlfriend. "It's good to see you, no matter what species you are."

She smiled back at him. The two caught up, Jordan wandered off to do some more shopping. When she came back the two were making out heavily and the new girlfriend was nowhere to be seen. Later, Iara went searching for her friend, to tell her that she was ready to go.

"You might not have gotten four consorts, but I think a single human boyfriend is close enough." Jordan joked as they exited the mall and headed back to the HON.

"Oh shut up. No one died, no one got arrested or shot, and you certainly didn't get kidnapped." Iara retorted.

"We're not back yet are we? Again with the eye rolling, jeez you're mean."

Jordan didn't get kidnapped and both were glad they didn't see Draven, so they wouldn't have to tell him about the chance meeting with Iara's ex. When they got to their room, Iara noticed she did get a shirt in the wrong size and laughed. Her roommate went back to sleep after they unpacked their new things; the mirror stayed up, texting her ex-boyfriend. She even went as far as to agree to skip class and meet him at nightfall.

They went to his house and his parents weren't home, as Iara had always remembered. They went up to his room and she left just before his parents were expected to be home.

"So, where were you?" Draven asked as she entered the school grounds.

"I just went out, didn't feel up for classes..."

Draven gave him the skeptical look he used to receive from Kaine and wipped at the blood on the mirror's chin. "Didn't you? I never did either, but I played Call of Duty in the dorms."

"Don't you have a class to teach?"

"I do, but I was playing Call of Duty!" He smiled at her and walked off.