Star had never thought of the negative impact that spinning a glamour up in a mortal's apartment could have had. All that she had thought it was do was prove that she was what she said what she was. Or make them think that they had suddenly been moved onto an elaborate stage or into a completely different place entirely... "Back? Sure thing." Venus had dropped to the floor when Star undid the glamour and returned the apartment to as it had been before, even taking away the scent of snow, with nothing worse for the wear. Except apparently Venus.
The fae skipped through the door with a cheerful look on her face and made sure to close it behind her. "I didn't think you'd dislike it that much. But it's probably a good thing I did that instead of the singing an entire chorus by myself. You can't shut that out by closing your eyes." Star's voice was as cheerful as ever; she was completely delighted with herself. "You should see what I can do when I've magic at my hands. Oh man, I'm not as good as the older fae, but I'm pretty good."