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October 15, 2010
She eyed the new batch of recruits critically. Seven. A good number, a lucky number. Their expressions varied from terrified to enthralled, and they moved slowly as though unsure if the floor would remain solid beneath their feet.

One boy strayed toward the back of the group, staring curiously at the stars painted across the walls. He was the most unkempt looking kid. She figured he was probably one of the inevitable Unwanteds.

"Hey," she said. He jumped, blinking blue eyes at her. "Go catch up."

"S-sorry," he muttered, hurrying off.

She watched, and wondered. Seven. A lucky number.