"Sephi?" Peyton knocked tentatively on the door of her older sister's apartment. She was out for the rest of the day, due to staff meetings, and teleported from Magic school to Berkley, but careful not to be seen.
Finally rid of her braces and just over sixteen, looking around, Peyton couldn't wait for college. Her eyes glanced over a few of the couples she saw strolling through the halls, frowning at a few but smiled at a few others. Her ability to see relationships, even if they were friendships was her strongest suit, but her empathy was coming along. She couldn't quite channel back well, but she was young and learning.
"It's me, Peyton!" She called through the door brightly.