Fiametta was getting ready to follow Brendan up the second set of stairs to the room he had mentioned when another boy walked into the frat house. He was young, dark and... absolutely adorable. But she winced at the smell of chlorine on his body.<br/><br/>"Yes, actually." she said matter-of-factly, clicking the heels of her boots together before dipping into a bow. "My name is Fiametta. It seems that I'll be joining you all here until Brandan is able to return me to my home." She gave a sidelong look at the pink-haired girl, her spiritual presence still sticking out like a sore thumb.<br/><br/>The two of them were an interesting combination in the otherwise mundane household and she was beginning to believe that it would be rather important to have a chat with her later.