Aurora’s still sitting on the edge of her bed when the news finally sinks in, phone warm in her hand, heart racing like she’s just been thrown into a match with no warning. Rookie contract. Same locker room. Same halls. Evie Carter. She laughs under her breath, half-disbelieving, half-buzzing with energy, and shoves to her feet to pace the small room she’s barely finished unpacking. “You’re kidding,” she murmurs to the empty space, a grin breaking loose anyway. All that darkness, that presence, that gravity—here, now, not some rumor or highlight reel. Aurora stops pacing, turns toward the door like Evie might already be there, excitement bubbling over into something warm and earnest. “Okay, so—this place is tiny, and they stuck me with the room that actually has decent light,” she says, words tumbling out fast, hopeful, unapologetic. “You don’t know anyone yet, I do, and I’d feel better if you were close. So—” She exhales, smiling wide, eyes bright. “Do you wanna move into my room with me?”