Dora found this place absolutely fantasmagorical. There was enough magic to make her feel like Taylor Swift in a music video. Now all she had to do was find a cute Prince Charming. That wouldn't be too hard, now would it?

She'd gotten sorted - which hadn't gone as she'd imagined. There hadn't been any dragons or slaying of monsters to prove merit. Thank the lord. Rather, an unattractive hat had told her she was not the brightest crayon (WHICH SHE RESENTED, thank you very much) As she was pretty sure that her pastel yellow nail polish was much prettier than the girl who'd gone before her.

(She'd had gunk under her fingernails. Unfortunate. She'd had a pretty face.)

But Dora congregated towards people she knew, the social butterfly she was. And the people she knew were sitting at the blue people table.

...so she went there. Skipped rather, curls bouncing and giggling softly, tapped Batman on the shoulder.

"Evening Batman." GIGGLE.