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The Wraith
| ---> Patience Golden Crawford; Identity undisclosed | She/Her | Location: Mass Common Room |

Habit. Wasn't that a funny little word? One could also refer to it as routine as well, if that was the posh word they preferred to use. But to Patience, it was all Habit. When she'd lived a life so freely, with everything and anyone at her beck and call, it was easy to say she'd been rather spoiled. Pulling absolutely merciless pranks, running around without bothering to stop and pick up the messes she'd made, it'd all been an illusion of careless fun before. And after running away... Well, it was eye-opening.

Everything was habit now. From the time she woke up to where she went. Everything had a fixed time and place. Patience could not go wherever she wanted for once. There were restrictions, ones that were different from the ones her parents had placed upon her. But she was no longer in the care of her parents. She was out here, alone, with almost nothing beside her basic stuff, for a reason. Seriously, if she got kicked out of The New Leagues for doing something stupid (which was highly likely, seeing her previously stated antics), Patience had nowhere to go. She'd have to crawl back to her parents and apologize for everything, and probably say goodbye to her powers for good.

Okay, maybe she was being a liiitle dramatic, but Patience had nothing else to do. The day had only just started, and she expected it was going to be another slow day. With a sigh, Wraith lifted pale, half-gloved hands lifted to fix her domino mask in place. It wasn't tilted, but one could never be sure. At least, if her mint green eyes hadn't given her away already, no one knew who she was aside from The Wraith. It was a strange name, but Patience didn't mind it.

Now, lowering herself onto a solitary couch in the corner of the Mass Common Room, Patience watched her surroundings in silence, as she usually didn't speak much, and waited for another event-less day.

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