"Where are you going to sneak off to with that long-tailed guy again?!"
Charles watched Raven with a hint of wounded reproach as she stood before the enormous full-length mirror, constantly changing her hairstyle and outfit. Ever since she'd met that Howlett fellow, Azazel, Raven had become more than a little "wild."
She now often wandered around the house "naked," her indigo-blue skin on full display, without a stitch of clothing on.
Raven rolled her eyes at Charles, who was fussier than an old housewife. Ever since he'd become a professor, he'd taken to lecturing people even more.
At last, she settled on a Burberry khaki trench coat and a pair of cream-white women's trousers from a magazine. The patterns on her body rippled like scales, and in an instant she had flawlessly copied the model's outfit from the photograph.
"It's my first day at work, and I'm in a good mood, so I'll let you off this time. And he's my boyfriend, so don't talk about him like that."
Raven shook out her hair. Remembering that Miss Emma was a golden blonde, she changed hers to smooth chestnut-brown hair and tied it back.
"Work? What work? Where are you going to work? And you're much too young to have a boyfriend. Raven, you're not allowed to have a boyfriend!"
Raven had already strode out of the room. Azazel, wrapped in silver-gray strips of cloth, was waiting at the door to pick her up.
"What's he yelling about in there?"
Azazel listened in puzzlement to Charles's final shout from inside the room. Raven came out, and the door slammed shut behind her.
"Don't mind him. He's only just now started caring about me, his little sister."
After checking that no one was around, they suddenly vanished in a cloud of