*
“Morning, ladies.”
Morgana strolled into the room with a radiant smile on her face, the exact same one which had been there since Sabrina showed up. I hardly looked at her however, since I was staring at the woman seated across from me, identical puzzled looks on our faces.
Morgana must have noticed at once that something was off, because she paused and stared at both of us in turn.
“Is something wrong?” she asked. “I feel like I’ve accidentally stepped into the final round of the world staring championship.”
Sabrina chuckled, and only then did she look away and pretend that everything was fine.
As if what just happened mere seconds ago did not happen at all.
“You’re late,” she told Morgana who immediately took her seat beside me and began to help herself to the French toast.
