Sin sat in the demon common room with a box in her hands covered in a colorful print of little arpakassu. So this was the latest craze hmm? She had to admit she was curious, she had seen so many of the little minis clopping around big bows tied to their necks. What made people like them so much, and why were there so many? She couldn't remember if scareons had ever run so rampantly before. Sin knew however that her closet was a swirling vortex of all the minis she had ever been given, purchased, found, etc. Did she really need to start collecting little arpakassu as well?

She set it down on the coffee table in front of her and picked up her notes to look over them again. They were old, but Sin had yet to attend any second year classes, so this was all she could do to brush up. She had been sad at the lack of certain classes, but new ones had intrigued her. Making a legal document for example was something every demon ought to learn and it was going to be her first class since she had returned to Amityville.