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She knew her room very well now, as she'd move about and just study the angle of view from her new seat. A vain girl, she had let her thick hair become deeply, deeply tangled but this was begining to be annoying. Frowning vaugely, Delia got to her feet and picked up the brush. Sitting in front of the mirror, she began to try and work her way through the knots where there was a knock at her door.

Her door, which was still oddly, oddly locked.