Oh, great. The last thing Blacky needed was even more of a nightlife around the school. Especially since a certain fairy-turned-coyote turned her on to an interesting new hobby: digging in the trash. Not for food (but sometimes she found entire hamburgers in there for reasons she couldn't even fathom), but for information.

It was a disgusting, filthy habit, but there was something satisfying in finding a crumpled unsent love note or empty beer bottles in the student dorms. STILL GROSS THOUGH. She would have to be super stealthy if she didn't want to get caught by this new night patrolman.

...It was hard to be stealthy when you glowed in the dark, though.