"Of course I'm going to try it," Raven snorted slightly and waved her hand slightly dismissively, "If I'm going to be able to do this for the rest of my life, of course I want to find out what the limitations are." One of her favourite pasttimes lately had been doing just that. While it resulted in a lot of time spent alone, the fascination that came with watching herself literally transform before her very eyes was a thrill that still hadn't died down despite the years she already had under her belt. It was one thing to be able to disguise yourself, it was another thing entirely to completely become another person. There were so many things that she could do with this ability, far beyond sneaking into kitchens and pushing Charles away from snobby Oxford girls, and she barely begun to scratch the surface.
It was odd that Raven identified so largely with the teenage years, being that she was so incredibly far from a teenager herself. When she cared to think about it for longer than a few minutes she usually attributed it to some form of psychological-based rubbish like she was 'making up for her lack of actual childhood' or something else torn straight out of a first year college student's text book. The why didn't bother her that much at all, anyway. Growing up didn't interest her at all. It did make some things difficult, being stuck in teenage mode made for very interesting mood swings that she was certain she couldn't truly control anymore. It heightened everything, made her love faster, hurt harder, and brood longer. The debacle with Hank may not even have hit so close to home if she had been in the habit of processing everything as a 'normal, functioning adult', and while that sounded appealing at least, there wasn't much she could do to fix it this late in the game.
Acceptance was key, then. She could spend her life desperately fixated on the few harsh and rashly chosen words of a boy - because that was what he was, really, a boy - or she could move on. Raven gave Charles a brief look and then sighed. If only it were that easy.
"Me either," she shrugged and examined her nails, unsurprised by his answer but oh so thankful for it, "I think, anyway. I mean if someone walked up to me and offered me a life do over, it would be hard but..." She smiled and raised an eyebrow, "Then I never would have met you, right?"