[Potironette]

Kellan ignored his mother as he made his way to his room. It made him smile inside, if anything, to get under her skin. It made him smile to get under anyone's skin in the mansion. Everyone was altogether too put together, he thought.

From his room he took out a small wooden suitcase. Pants went in first, rolled up and carefully wrapped with tissue paper. Shirts went in next, a thin film of tissue between each one. Socks and underwear went on top. A suit went in just in case, and he packed a stack of paper and pens. With a click, the suitcase closed.

Kellan changed into a nightshirt, noting the servants had replaced his previous one. He briefly wondered if he should visit Jei again, but upon opening his bedroom door to the happy voices from the dining room, Kellan decided against it. He climbed into bed, his last thoughts being anticipation for the morning.