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Paige's hand was about as close as she could get it to being in an actual fist, and she was doing her best to concentrate on not reaching over to scratch her arm. Her other arm being full of books did help to some degree, but not quite enough. By the time she got back to her room, she was biting on her lip to keep herself from dropping everything and just giving in and scratching and not caring about how gross it would be if she ended up with old layers of skin underneath that she couldn't pull out.

"Hey," she greeted as she pushed the door open. She crossed to her side of the room, pausing to kick a shoe in the general direction of her other shoes, then dropping the books no her bed and sinking down beside them. Fishing one out of the pile, she held it out. "Got the book you needed."