Rory was curious by the idea of the Demonic Student Union. No doubting that. As a devout Roman Catholic, the idea of a support group for Demons was too surreal. She couldn't say she felt hostile toward the Demonic members of society here, but then, she hadn't really taken it in, either. There were so many crazy things here that Rory couldn't actually comprehend any of them clearly. Cool. Dragons. Cool. Demons. Cool. Werewolves. Cool. Cool. Cool. But none of that meant anything. She might have as well been in a damn dream.
The last DSU meeting of the school year. Chloe brought her usual infamous plate of chocolate chip cookies, which had one oatmeal raisin mixed into it, but this time nobody seemed to get that one. At least they didn't complain about it if they did. The club spent most of their time talking about some demonstrations and other plans for the summer break. They took a moment to recognize a pair of graduating college seniors, and some of the drinking-age demons were going out to give them a proper sendoff.
Rory jumped a little when she was approached and spoken to. She hadn't thought about the possibility that she'd be spoken to, or even that anyone would recognize her. Which was silly, but it was where she was anyway.