Victoria sat, depressed, on her bed.
She had been contemplating going to the banquet, but now that the Porters were going...
It was quite awkward, sharing a house with someone you don't know. To Victoria, the only way to avoid awkwardness was to avoid the Porters.
Poppy wasn't as concerned about how strange it was to be living in someone else's house, and yet it's kind of your house as well, and... Very complicated.
Victoria's door opened. Poppy poked her head inside. "We should have a party!" she said, a mischievous gleam in her blue eyes.
Victoria rolled her eyes, throwing a pillow at her little sister.
Poppy dodged it, plopping down on a chair in the corner of the room. "Oh, come on! We would just be inviting some people over, nothing huge!"
Victoria held back a smile. She shook her head, "You're crazy, Poppy! We are not doing that!"
Poppy looked vaguely disappointed, but she forgot her idea as soon as she had come up with it.
"So, what should we do?" Poppy asked, placing her index fingers on her temples as if in deep thought.
Victoria shrugged.
Suddenly, the sound of sirens screamed through Ironhollow.
Victoria and Poppy looked at each other. The sisters knew all to well what this meant.
"Ironhollow is under attack."
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