The Estate's meticulously kept gardens, including a hedgemaze that students have occasionally described as "sadistic" and a sizeable rose garden. Benches in shaded spots are plentiful, and the gardens are popular to study in on pleasant days.
"It's a bit hard to look behind you when carrying giant electronics over your head," he answered, brushing something off of the shoulder of his surprisingly non-ugly plaid flannel shirt.
"I've only lost control once, and that was caused by a supervillain's drug cocktail. Honest. Ask my girlfriend, I'm harmless... to people who aren't evil anyway."
"Well I've been here maybe two hours and I've run into someone who announced her arrival with a thunderclap, a sword-wielding lady who speaketh like Shakespeare and two dragons. So I'd say it's pretty wicked here."
"We also have a sorceress, a sphinx who is also a sorceress, an Irish goddess, two werewolves, a vampire, an angel, and the cosmic avatar of life known as The Phoenix."
"These." she says and pulls up her sleeve, the energy ribbon around her arm uncurling and with the flick of her arm shooting out at an imaginary target.