She must have been a comet. Or a star. She brimmed full of the silvery kind of magic one sees only in fairy tales, yet somehow she had it. Just like she had her name, her stride, her blood. To be flawed in her case would only add to her abundant quirks. Much like a little brook, she was magical and sweet. Yet, if all was well with her, she would never be any of these things.

Frank/ Cat romance Cat is bored until she gets a knock at the door.