"No," Sariah said, tone cool and composed and giving away nothing. Immediately, her mind had flown to the "anonymous" owl, with the gorgeous earrings and the ring Adrielle had promised her, when she was old enough. Sixteen was old enough, apparently. Sariah tried to push it from her mind and shook her head, shrugging into the pajamas -- shorts that fell to her knee and a t-shirt, both black with pink designs. "Do Mother and Father know you're here, yet?" she asked, desperate for a new topic. She opened the door and retrieved her wand from her pants, using it to dry her hair -- yes, technically she was using magic outside school, but it wasn't like anyone cared.