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filled and kept the watchful sober eye on the group to make sure no superhero-daredevil’s drunken antics inspired any jumping from Jay balconies (which had an unfortunate, and tragic, history at Columbia).
    Very had tried not to feel omnipotent about what she’d pulled off. She’d created a moment of complete darkness in an entire building in New York City, after all. Take that, Lord Voldemort. But it was hard not to ignore the requests from fellow students at the party as they danced the night away with her:
    “Hey, Very, you should organize more stuff like tonight’s. I was thinking about a flash mob at one of the cupcake places the tourists go to. You know, everyone just shows up at once, talks loudly about how the cupcakes at another place are better, then abruptly leaves.”
    “Very, you know that Chinese restaurant you always order from when people are in your room? I think we should all go there in person, and everyone scream ‘VEGETABLE LO MEIN!’ at the same time, then leave.”
    “Tomorrow night, Very, everyone gathers in your room and puts flash mob ideas into a hat, and we choose the best one.”
    “Hanukkah gelt equals guilt, girl. We lead a group of prospective students on a campus tour to Mondel Chocolates on Broadway, then we all assemble inside to talk in old-lady voices to the prospects about buying Hanukkah candy and ‘Call your mother already!’”
    Very hadn’t liked this last suggestion.
    She didn’t have a mother to call.
    Some people took things so for granted.
    Very had turned away and pulled Bryan, dressed as Larry of the Three Stooges (to Jean-Wayne’s Moe), for a slow dance rather than hear more about the Hanukkah plan.
    “You do Lara Croft nicely,” said Bryan, who’d inspired Very’s costume by once telling Very she reminded him of what Lara Croft would look like if Lara were a freaky-haired redhead who replaced her hot pants with Very’s long, flowing hippie skirts and bare feet, and if Lara swapped her machete for an iPhone. (The slutty, tight-fitting tops remained the same.) “And thanks for the party.”
    “I have another present for you,” Very said. “For Jean-Wayne, too. Where’d he go?” She looked around but did not see J.-W.
    Bryan said, “Dude disappears at random times. Don’t bother looking for him. Once he disappears, usually late at night, he’ll be gone for hours.”
    “Does he have a girlfriend? Or boyfriend?” J.-W. was a fey one—hard to pinpoint on the sexuality meter.
    “Not that I know of.”
    “Curious,” Very said. “Maybe he’s a secret go-go boy at a gay club.”
    “The guy has a terrible sense of rhythm. Doubt it.”
    “Damn.” Very would very much have liked to have a friend who was a secret go-go boy. “He probably won’t appreciate the mix I made him, either, then. If he indeed has such a bad sense of rhythm.”
    The party had thinned out, as these things did at three in the morning, and Very and Bryan returned to her dorm room so she could give him his birthday present.
    Lavinia, already asleep on her bed, did not stir as Very and Bryan curled up next to each other on Very’s bed to listen to the birthday mix she had made for Bryan: “Mwah Hah Hah Scary Scary: Angry-Girl Bitch Tunes (A Happy B-day Tribute).”
    “It’s the requisite angry A-girl name bitch songs, like from Alanis and Avril and Ani,” Very explained. “Along with some bhangra and soca for alone-in-your-room danceability. And ‘The Monster Mash’ song so you remember this is your Halloween-not-birthday birthday mix.”
    “Why the angry-girl songs?” Bryan asked, placing his hand on Very’s hip in what Very hoped was a platonic way.
    Very placed her hand on his hip in a most definitely platonic way. “To prepare you for the future bitches that might break your heart. Listen to this stuff and it’s like ammo. You’ll be equipped to deal ‘cause you’ll know what to expect.”
    Bryan asked, “You know how college friends are, like, incestuous?