Phoebe was feeling incredibly awkward here. She had just heard about this "hero gathering" yesterday on [i]Daily News America[/i] running alongside an ad for a new line of jeans that come with tail-holes. She wasn't even invited to the party--only the big-shot heroes were--and even though Zenith said any hero could come, she didn't feel like Belladonna belonged her. Belladonna was a small-time vigilante who's jurisdiction covered Austin, Texas and it's suburbs. What was she doing in Chicago, trying to sign up for the real-life equivalent of [i]The Justice League[/i]? 

Phoebe wanted to be here. Her mom said it was a good idea. Her cat said it would at least be helpful to meet other heroes, maybe others from Texas. The rowan tree encouraged her to expand her horizons. So she came, after spending an hour weaving up a teleportation spell in the form of a cute lil' snowman magnet. It would serve as a constant gate between Austin and Chicago, in case she was accepted into the League. If not...well, she could come for the pizza. Speaking of pizza...

Phoebe sat down at an empty table with a plate full of pizza. She tugged off her ski-mask and proceeded to stuff her face. It helped to be doing something instead of awkwardly hanging around other costumed people like last year's [i]Comicon.[/i]