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Aria looked up at the mansion before her, a whirlwind of emotions coursing through her. She could feel her wings twitching behind her, and she wrung her hands tightly. Crossing the threshold of this mansion would make everything final and that sense of finality kept Aria from entering. No, she thought, straightening her arms, clenching her fists, she needed this. She sighed heavily, brushing a lock of hair from her face. She picked up her bag and walked into the mansion. She set her bag down and saw a man in scrubs with feathers, of all things, in his hair.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for someone in charge here?" She asked.