It was fine. Mo would be fine. Stella and G were in the same house and she was not. They would get to share a dorm. She had to keep reminding herself that this was probably good for them. A little independence. Of the three of them, she would be able to handle this the best. And she had Kaat. Thank Merlin for that.

Still, she was a little mopey that night as they climbed the stairs to their dorm together. She'd been able to contain it well enough until just now and she could feel the discontent settling into her stomach with a sour twist of her insides. Kaat was a lot of fun and they'd gotten along well so far, and Mo had a feeling they would be good friends, but being a twin was a weird thing. She had shared a room with Stella for her entire life, barring that one time for a couple nights when Mo had some nasty pneumonia and they didn't want Tells to catch it.

Upon entering their dorm, Mo found the four-poster with her trunk at the end of it (thankfully towards the corner) and flopped down face-first into the duvet.