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Temperance Clark didn't typically go to the mall. Temperance Clark also didn't typically wear jewelry or eyeliner or socks with frills on them. And yet, here she was, about to get a shitty bagel at a shitty miniature kiosk in the mall. She'd needed new clothes, but first, food to shore herself up. Nothing was ever cute on her; she'd tried.

She was about to sit in one of the horrendously uncomfortable chairs that dotted the mall hallway (did malls have hallways - was that what they were called?) when she spied a somehow familiar head of hair. But, she thought the woman was taller, older, with the kind of beauty that Galadriel from The Lord of the Rings held. She pushed that thought away. It wasn't a part of the her she'd come to be. Temperance jogged over.

"Hey, A-ashley. Remember me?" That was her name, right?

"Right, Melany," Temperance said sedately. It was an odd reaction, and that she'd turned to look at all... Perhaps it was best not to overthink it. She smiled politely, studying the girl. Either her memories were wrong or this girl was different from the imposing figure she'd been before.

"Yeah, vector calculus sounds about right, Or maybe anatomy?" She wrinkled her nose as if in thought. "I had a ball in that class, didn't you?"

"Huh - maybe I took it with a girl named Ashley, then. And thanks, it's navy, but it's called noble. I don't, um, get it." Temperance's gaze, on the other hand, seemed hyper-focused on Melany. Something was weird, if her memories were to be trusted.

"Hey." Melany looked so... different. "Are you alright? You looked a little peaked. Let me buy you a coffee or tea or something." Temperance frowned.

"Oh, I've never really worn gold. Did you get to check out the sale on Urban Decay Sephora had the other day? I finally got the naked palette and, of course spent so much on other stuff." Temperance chattered aimlessly about makeup as they walked to the small coffee stand. It was a little away from the main hustle and bustle and instead of a miniature store, it was more of a stall tucked in a corner. She ordered and pointed to a very small table set apart from the rest.

"Actually, Melany, I was wondering if I could ask you a couple of questions, too." She twirled a lock of blonde hair around one finger, forever fed up that it would never hold a curl.

"Next time they have one, I can let you know? Decay is so expensive." She turned her coffee cup around. Normally, she'd have been struck speechless by Melany's fine features, her grace, but she lacked the imposing aura.

"I guess," she began, then took a sip. "I'm curious about why you're here, you know."

"No," she said, not laughing with Melany, although she did smile. "In this Ashdown, instead of at the court. I thought you never came here. Don't they miss you over there?"

"No, the otherworld's court. I know you've got magic and I thought you were a noble, Melany." Temperance didn't know, really, she just assumed strongly. Why else would she remember it?

"I thought you remembered me from calc? I'm Temperance - though we've met a couple of places."

"Hear what?" Temperance hadn't heard a thing beyond the normal distant bustle of the mall. Still, she glanced around briefly.

"And you didn't answer my question - shouldn't you be at the Court like normal." Something was weird, here. "Do you remember the ball at all?"