Excuse me?" you reply.
"You want to get ahead, right?" She's White, with sandy blond hair worn spiked. She's rocking a deep blue v-neck T-shirt and a floral skirt, as well as enough confidence for both of you. "Then don't spend your time on…regular organizations."
Her slap bracelet matches yours. She's majoring in magic, just like you.
Someone who thinks for himself." She smiles. "I'm down with that. Darcy Bozeman." She holds out a hand.
You reply:
"Bomomsay Clestenrogo .," you say, and shake her hand reluctantly.
"We're going to be friends, just to let you know," she continues. "Which is why I'm dragging you to the Xi Theta Phi table."
Xi Theta Phi is the magic fraternity—not that they're déclassé enough to call themselves a "fraternity." No, they're a "practitioners' organization." Xi Theta Phi is open to students who demonstrate notable magical skill…or good connections, if the rumors are to be believed.
Darcy steers you away from the clubs and organizations you'd been eyeing. You look back and take note of the group that you'll check out later.