I was at this boring gala for Stella, that witch. I couldn’t care less about her. I had to wear fancy clothes.

I was glancing around for someone to talk to, clearly bored at this dumb party. Everyone’s a snob—

“..wow.”

I mumbled. I saw an imp, he was tall, like Blitzy. It wasn’t Blitzy though, this imp had hair. Very nice white hair.. very nice..

My feathers ruffled as I looked at him, eventually looking away from embarrassment. Why was I acting like this?