1 Jan 2025, 20:35
Back---And Scared
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‘Cause I’m your lady and you are my man [The Power of Love, Celine Deon]
iNPC: Allyssa Adele Schmidt
1 Jan 2025, 21:27
Back---And Scared
Avis slipped into the hall slightly late. It wasn't her fault, of course, but rather that stupid painting that had gotten her distracted on her way over from the library. She scanned the mostly crowded Ravenclaw table, to no avail. The only free seats were either by some upperclassmen or next to a sleeping purple mop. Avis was pretty, generally, the opposite of self-conscious, but she was not about to sit in the middle of an upperclassmen clique. Realistically, they probably would have just ignored her, but Avis headed toward the purple mop nonetheless.
Slipping into the seat next to the girl, Avis filled her plate and began eating in silence, occasionally casting glances toward the girl next to her. She knew she had seen the girl before, (Presumably, since it's January) but she could not for the life of her remember what her hair had looked like before Christmas break.
As she ate, it slowly became evident that the girl was not sleeping, rather crying, annoyingly enough. Avis. Didn't. Care. At least, that was what she told herself. Then again, she told herself that quite often, and rarely was it true. She let out a soft sigh, rolling her eyes as she pushed her plate of food away. Fine. She would be a decent person, as well as she could be.
Avis laid her arms on the table and rested her head sideways, hoping to get a look under the purple mop at the girl underneath. It messed up her hair a little bit, as it splayed a bit across the table, but sacrifices had to be made. Plus, ignoring people was always harder when you couldn't see their eyes, and it was awfully hard to ignore a direct question if the asker was staring directly at you. "Quite the hair. Why'd you choose purple?" She kept her tone even and neutral, at least for now.
@Elizabeth Stonewall
Slipping into the seat next to the girl, Avis filled her plate and began eating in silence, occasionally casting glances toward the girl next to her. She knew she had seen the girl before, (Presumably, since it's January) but she could not for the life of her remember what her hair had looked like before Christmas break.
As she ate, it slowly became evident that the girl was not sleeping, rather crying, annoyingly enough. Avis. Didn't. Care. At least, that was what she told herself. Then again, she told herself that quite often, and rarely was it true. She let out a soft sigh, rolling her eyes as she pushed her plate of food away. Fine. She would be a decent person, as well as she could be.
Avis laid her arms on the table and rested her head sideways, hoping to get a look under the purple mop at the girl underneath. It messed up her hair a little bit, as it splayed a bit across the table, but sacrifices had to be made. Plus, ignoring people was always harder when you couldn't see their eyes, and it was awfully hard to ignore a direct question if the asker was staring directly at you. "Quite the hair. Why'd you choose purple?" She kept her tone even and neutral, at least for now.
@Elizabeth Stonewall
Avis Marlong | ”She won't cry or beg for help...she'll isolate from the world and fight her own demons so that nobody can throw it in her face later.” |
"The odds of hitting your target increase dramatically when you aim at it." Benji Marecos |