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[Skyler2]

Isaiah "Glasses/Izzy" Westergaard

| Mr. Bobert Bisson & Ashton Shadow || Advanced Literature |

Isaiah was shocked. Honestly. And no, it wasn’t because of the teacher, he was used to that by now. He was shocked at what the kid had said to him. How dare he treat him that way? How dare he treat anyone that way? Including Mr. Bob Ross or whatever. This kid. this bratty, irresponsible, rude, child was really treating Isaiah Westergaard - the inheritor to the Northern Isles - like a dog. Isaiah’s mouth hung open. Never in his life had he had the urge to physically hurt someone, never. He wasn’t violent. But this kid. Boy, if there was ever a time to break a law it was now. Alas, it was fine. All was fine. Because by the end of this class, Isaiah would never have to see him again. It was all going to be perfectly fine.

He glared, picking up an icy tone, “I regret to inform you that I will be doing no such thing. In fact, you can just leave it there and I’m sure Professor Doormat will do it for you,” he caught himself, after he had said it. So it wasn’t so much as catching as rolling right after to break the impact. “Whoops, I misspoke,” there was very little regret in his voice. Though, Bisson would probably be fine with whatever he said. However, Isaiah was once again peeved at the kid lying about what he said about the books. And the fact that he didn’t try - because he did. He was just busy, okay? Not everyone is always free, Beni. The teacher responded and Isaiah paused before saying anything about the books. “Not Izzy, it’s Isaiah, hi. I had and have no problem with the selection.” You really should’ve realized that this kid spouts pure lies and lies only, he thought to himself. “I can assure that I will read whatever I am expected to, with a more than delightful attitude. I can not, however, say the same for this degenerate next to me,” he gestured to the kid. “Personally,” he looked over at the shady kid, “I happen to think that both Shakespeare and Nathaniel Hawthorne are timeless writers that more than deserve their place on the syllabus. Not like he would know anything about them.”

@benitz786 @ethereal
ORP: Sorry, it’s a little short ;-;
I have some work I desperately need to finish, then I should be all yours

[bpalmer]

Laurie giggled softly and felt pretty special when Blue turned towards him even though he knew that he wasn’t looking at him. That was ok that just seemed to be Blue and Laurie wasn’t going to try changing it or consider it an issue. “Awe thank you Blue and your welcome its true so no worries on a thank you.” Laurie smiled and looked in his bag he wanted to give Blue a little something but he didn’t know if he had anything. Blue seemed really sweet and Laurie could easily see this becoming a friendship. “My roommate is Isaiah Westergard and they are very very nice. A little up tight at times but once he just hasn’t gotten a chance to relax some yet.” Laurie smiled when he heard what Blue said about the color Blue and pulled a few things from his bag. “Hey Blue can I give you some stuff I think you would like?”
@CrazyCaliope

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Brooks pulled their jacket a little tighter around them as they relaxed in Colm’s lap. “I appreciate that my compony is enough to make up to you for all of this. Especially because I think it is something I can manage pretty easily.” Brooks giggled softly and smiled up at Colm again. He was so nice to Brooks and they were enjoying how effortless things felt around him. Even talking which was usually hard was pretty easy with Colm. Brooks was glad that even though Colm said he was a pub person he was willing to just hang out with Brooks no pubs no crowds just them and some quiet place with no extra people. Brooks wasn’t scared of Colm even though he had made it clear in their first meeting that he had temptations to eat people. Brooks must have been an exception or something they supposed. Brooks giggled again at their comment about having time to be the popular guy eventually but nodded when Colm explained that people don’t usually like Kelpies. “Well I like you and isn’t it all that matters we both have at least one friend.” Brooks smiled at him and closed their eyes rubbing them a little. “Im not sleeping yet Colm and I just feel…” Brooks trailed off softly whispering more to themself than even to Colm “safe with you.”
@Acorn06

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Rory was nervous for a response but Kellan seemed just as nervous as Rory when responding. Rory wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing but he tried to remain optimistic about their, hopefully, actual date. Rory had spoken hoping Kellan would whisper back the silence and loss of hearing Kellan’s voice for even this little bit of time kind of disappointed Rory. But Kellan’s smile made up for it all. That smile melted Rory like butter and he would do anything in the world to see it all the time. Rory was excited as he thought about showing Kellan all kinds of things in his room. Things like his maps and Rosie and his drawings maybe his clothes so Kellan could help him some in that department. Rory read the note and nodded it was right but Kellan seemed really unsure. Rory giggled softly and smiled when Kellan suggested that he write the number on his hand but nodded “I think that is a great idea.” He whispered as he softly wrote his dorm number on his hand.
@ethereal

[ethereal]

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｡｡ literature classroom, aquila｡｡

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She took the paper, and though she tried to hide her excitement, it was hard. Her cheeks turned rosy and her white teeth peeked out from underneath her full lips. She had so many great memories from that first dance. Of course, she had gone with Alya…gorgeous, perfect Alya. They’d danced, and Eudora had even won Fall Formal Queen. She still kept her crown and sash-she was excited for this year. Her smile must’ve been very bright, as it attracted the glance of the girl next to her. She was very beautiful with ivory-colored skin, and bright blue hair that matched her eyes. Eudora’s smile stayed glued to her face, but faded when the girl scoffed and put the paper down. She then seemed to go through a strange thought process, eventually shaking her head and smirking. Eudora didn’t want to bother this girl…but she had promised herself she would have at least one conversation with someone who wasn’t Alya. And luckily, this person was a girl. “…Are you going?” She whispered.

orp ｡｡ @eunoia RUNS IN AND STEALS QUILL LESSGO + @skyler2 mentioned alyaaa

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[Ouijaloveletters]

Ji-Woo nodded when the boy said he didn’t know the rest of his classes. “That’s ok. We have this class, so there’s that.” He smiled when the boy introduced himself as Gregorio, and Ji-Woo waved back. “Who’s your parent? My mom is the girl from a Korean urban legend called Sesame seeds. She’s…obsessed with trying to turn me into a model.” He said, sighing.
@CrazyCaliope - Gregorio

[CrazyCaliope]

“I didn’t say you were,” Kieran responded.“I said that if you don’t let people get to you, you have no reason to be. Doesn’t mean you’re doing it, more in general.”
“Oh” Still facing the front, Danko didn’t turn. Upon hearing that he had made a snap judgement where he had been mistaken, his head drooped and his face took on a visibly sulky expression. After 30 unspoken seconds, Danko added, “Oh, right… uh, I’m sorry for…” The rest of his mumble was inaudible.
“And after school? You can’t not have anything you like or want. What do you do when classes are over? Free time”
Can’t not? Wasn’t that a double negative?, Danko thought. Although he didn’t tell Kieran that in fear that he’d take it badly. “After classes?”, he questioned quietly but didn’t wait for an answer. “I… I suppose that Quillian will want me… you know, to hang out. That’s what i usually do, hang out with Quillian. It’s weird to be doing something with him not around, even if it’s not class.”

@CerealKiller - Kieran

[ethereal]

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Advanced Literature Classroom [ isaiah + ashton ]

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His smile wavered at being called ‘Professor Doormat’, not neccessarily because it was insulting, but because he didn’t want to be known that way. As a soft teacher, who didn’t punish students. As someone who let his class walk all over him. He wanted respect. Although he said he misspoke, Robert did not believe him. Perhaps it was the bored, sarcastic edge to his voice. Still, he only frowned disapprovingly and said nothing. He corrected Robert on his name-saying he was Isaiah, and explained he did like the selection, and would read them with ‘a delightful attitude’. Robert then decided to diregard the earlier nickname, this kid was likely frustrated with Ashton, not Robert. “My apologies, Isaiah.” He said, smiling gently. He was glad he had asked first-this student seemed to have respect not only for the class, but for the books on the syllabus. “I am glad to hear that you like the selection. I picked it myself, and tried to pick books I thought everyone would like.” He replied. He turned to look at Ashton when Isaiah gestured to him, making a snarky comment. “Don’t judge a book by it’s cover.” He said, just as gently as before, as he stared at Ashton.

orp - [ @skyler2 - isaiah ] + [ @benitz786 - ashton ]

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[CrazyCaliope]

Lorelai looked shocked and her mouth hung open. Peckerhead giggled at her, but her throat was still a little croaky from her earlier sobbing. “Why are you making a silly expression like that? Your face looks really funny when you do that.”
Though quickly her face disappeared and went back to normal. Peckerhead stopped giggling and asked her questions, until finally she got the end and Lorelai responded, “This isn’t really the kind of question you’d ask your dad, sweetheart.” Lorelai shrugged. “I mean, how old are you? Probably old enough to know. … You know when you hate someone? Or they make you upset?”
Peckerhead nodded. “Yeah, there are are these two boys back in Oz, Ervic and Nikko, and they always upset me.”
“Then you might flip them off. Give them the bird. There’s lots of names. I mean, you can also flip off your friends for fun, or when they annoy you. It has many uses, really.”*
Her eyes bulged. “So it’s a bad thing?” Suddenly very aware that she was flipping Lorelai off, she pushed her finger down with her other hand and held onto her fist. “Okay. I think I get it, but one thing, I wouldn’t want to give someone a bird if they upset me.”

@ethereal - Lorelai

[CrazyCaliope]

“I think so,” Caspian said, emphaising each pronoun. “The more I say, the more likely it is I will make the other person mad.”
Syrus finally lifted his head, noticing something in them that made him feel something he could point his finger on; ashamed was what he felt but didn’t. Taking heed in Caspian’s behaviour as they spoke, it occurred to Syrus that they were more fragile than him. Seemingly for a different reason than himself though. He was careful in speech, which only made him slower in tongue, “Yes, then yes it is good. Saying more than what is asked of you to a God or Goddess is not very wise.”
When Syrus spoke of his accidentaldismissal of his father’s advice, Caspian asked, “What if he finds out?!”
“Nothing from him probably,” Syrus answered nonchalantly. “It’ll only be my own anxiousness and inadequacy that will make the disappointment I feel in myself to persevere.” That was a lot more him to admit to but not know how much he should share with the living, he didn’t stop.

@ethereal - Caspian

[CrazyCaliope]

Blue heard Laurie giggle before thanking him. He assumed this was genuine, as he had heard many thank you’s in his life. Often he couldn’t tell them apart but this didn’t sound fake. “Your- You’re welcome.” Blue remembered that that was the answer to being thanked. Laurie went on to mention his roommate. “Isaiah Westergard. Isaiah,” Blue repeated. The next part flowed into the roommate’s name, without pause. “Uptight is good not bad. Isaiah likes control and organisation. Yes?” Although, when Laurie asked to give Blue something, Blue furrowed his brows and shook his head. “No. It’s not my birthday. It’s not Christmas. Why do you need to give a present?”

@bpalmer - Laurie

[CrazyCaliope]

“That’s ok. We have this class, so there’s that.” Ji-Woo smiled.
Gregorio lightly shrugged. “Is that a good thing, being in a class with me?” He was feeling more doubtful in himself after realising what a terrible student he was.
“Who’s your parent? My mom is the girl from a Korean urban legend called Sesame seeds. She’s…obsessed with trying to turn me into a model,” he said, sighing
“A model, really?”, Gregorio asked before sighing himself. “My father jokes about turning me into a real boy.” He put emphasis on jokes because he was never sure if he really was just jooking around. “My father? Uh… he’s, well, he’s Pinocchio.”

@Ouijaloveletters - Ji-Woo

[CerealKiller]

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|| Literature || || With Danko ||

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“After classes? I… I suppose that Quillian will want me… you know, to hang out . That’s what i usually do, hang out with Quillian. It’s weird to be doing something with him not around, even if it’s not class.”
”Okay that’s a start” Kieran said as the boy started telling him he hangs out with that Quillian dude after classes ”And what if… let’s say Quillian is busy?” he asked ”It shouldn’t be weird to spend time without him, I mean, he’s not here right now is he” he looked around ”And you’re doing pretty well. I’m just saying, try doing stuff with other people sometimes, you are your own person” he told him, subconsciously picking up a pen from the table and playing with it with his fingers as he spoke.
”How about, one time after classes, you ditch Quillian and hang out with me?” he suggested after a moment

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@CrazyCaliope

[Acorn06]

ONYX

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Onyx glanced up as Elliot began asking… or at the very least trying to ask a question. He certainly beat around the bush a little bit before getting to his point.
“Whose kid are you, anyways? I’m sure a lot of the students here have incredible or legendary parents… or parents. Mine is Little John, Robin Hood’s companion.”
Onyx ignored the rest of what he had to say, considering how to respond to that. They didn’t want to give away their life story after all, so it’d probably be best to pretend to know where her mother was. “My mother is Fionnuela of Lir.” Onyx replied shortly. “Never knew my father.” They added, shrugging to show that it was of no consequence. They never knew their mother, either, h-ll Onyx was pretty sure the woman was dead; but Elliot didn’t need to know that. Eager to divert the conversation back to him, Onyx took another bite of their toast before asking,
“Do you get on well with your dad?” Onyx had read about Robin Hood in stories, so they knew the gist of the story, but nothing about children.

@eunoia - Elliot

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COLM MCCANN

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“Well I like you and isn’t it all that matters we both have at least one friend.”
Colm nodded, grinning at Brooks. “Well, I think I can get behind that,” He said. After all, one was more than enough for now. Colm smiled, remembering Olive’s refusal to come here at first. Half of this was for her sake. Olive needed to understand that Alice couldn’t be the only human she held in fondness. Maybe, if he was lucky, Olive would be able to learn the nicer qualities of humans during her time at the school.
“Im not sleeping yet Colm and I just feel… safe with you.”
Colm smiled, his facing lighting up in happiness. “I’m glad you feel that way,” They spoke softly. It was certainly an improvement from the kid who had refused to hold a conversation with them beforehand. “Ok, trivial questions time,” Colm announced, chuckling and the randomness of it. “If animals could talk, which do you think would be the rudest?” He asked. Easy conversation topic, but it would help him puzzle out Brooks’ personality more at the same time.

@bpalmer - brooks

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[eunoia]

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Literature Classroom, Eudora

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“…Are you going? ” A girl whispered to Quill, her eyes focused on her. Quill hesitated before answering, “Yeah, I suppose I am. You are as well, correct?” Quill raised her brow in fake anticipation of the girl’s answer, oblivious to what she was about to say. She knew she’d probably never talk to her again, and she wasn’t looking for a friend. She just had one target in mind, and she wasn’t going to let a dumb girl get in the way of it. She didn’t care for the girl’s response either; instead, she formulated a plan for planning the number of people in the area and effectively getting around them. But there was one issue: she had no idea where the dance would take place… In Quill’s new view, the girl talking to her wasn’t just a dumb girl anymore; she was also useful.

orp ~ @ethereal (aww sorry I’m sure Eudora isn’t dumb, someone is just a lil grumpy)

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[eunoia]

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Cafeteria, Onyx

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“Do you get on well with your dad?” Even though he knew the answer, Elliot paused for a moment. “Yes, I suppose. He’s too busy some days to even see me, and this may last weeks, but overall, yes.” For a brief moment, Elliot’s eyes drooped. “He seems to be more focused on my sister, who is actually working with him.” Elliot finished his orange juice with a long gulp. “So, Fionnuela, I’ve heard a few things about her, but I’m no expert… I guess that would be creepy if I did, sorry,” he said. He took a breath and stopped. “Hey, thanks for letting me talk off your head Onyx, most people get sick of not only my voice, but me pretty easily,” he said, looking down at his feet and then at his new peer. He locked his gaze on Onyx. “Maybe I did irritated you,” Elliot admitted, almost laughing at himself. “But I appreciate you talking to me still, I should go change my shirt before math; hey, what’s your schedule? Wait, never mind, you should finish eating; but I hope we can talk again… Friend,” Elliot said as he stood up. He strolled out of the cafeteria, smiling at Onyx.

orp ~ @Acorn06

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[ethereal]

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✦ literature, rory✦

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He smiled gently at how excited Rory looked-he was super excited as well. He actually couldn’t wait, it would be nice to get some alone time. Unless Rory’s roommate was home. It would be fine, though, they’d still have so much fun. He wondered if he should bring anything-maybe it would make the moment last longer. He felt the pen touch his hand lightly, as Rory wrote his dorm number on Kellan’s hand. He blushed a bit-Rory was so gentle-and he liked that about him. He mouthed a “Thank you”, before perking up. Ms. Lim was saying something. She asked a student to pass out papers of some sort. “As you can see in a few weeks, we will be throwing our annual back-to-school formal.” Kellan stared at the poster in his hands-it was very pretty. He scanned over it, there wasn’t much text on it, but it did suggest to dress in white, maroon, and/or gold. His eyes widened, he definitely needed something new for this occasion. Tension grew between him and Rory-not necessarily negative tension. But…of course, now there was the topic of who he would ask to the dance. And of course, Rory was on his mind. Though, he wasn’t sure…what if things didn’t work out? Plus, it would have to be special. “Do you think you’ll go?” He muttered quietly to Rory.

orp ✦ [@bpalmer ] + [@acorn06 - slight mention of onyx, rory’s roommate ]

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[ethereal]

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∘◦ mathematics, peckerhead ◦∘

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The girl gave a croaky giggle at Lorelai-and though Lorelai was glad she wasn’t crying, she showed visible displeasure at this. “Why are you making a silly expression like that? Your face looks really funny when you do that.” Her brows knit together slightly, as she quickly wiped the gaping expression from her face. Checking her reflection in a small pocket mirror she kept in her pocket, she faced the girl again. “How about now?” She asked, pursing her lips slightly. She could look past being called a teacher, but she was not “silly”.

She did not answer how old she was, though she did answer the question about people who made her upset. “Yeah, there are these two boys back in Oz, Ervic and Nikko, and they always upset me.” She tilted her head thoughtfully. “How? Like what kinda stuff do they do to upset you?” She was someone who also upset people quite often. Her eyes bulged like Lorelai’s had. “So it’s a bad thing?” She asked, quickly pushing down her own finger. Lorelai shrugged. “I mean, some people think it’s disrespectful, yeah.” She answered honestly, still smirking with amusement. “Okay. I think I get it, but one thing, I wouldn’t want to give someone a bird if they upset me.” Lorelai laughed lightly, then held up her own middle finger, facing it towards the front of the room, as now that the girl knew, it would probably offend her. “No, no, there’s history behind it. Like, some birds hiss at people. You’d be okay with giving someone that upset you an aggressive, hissing bird, right?”

orp ◦∘ @crazycaliope ahshdhdkfk not me looking into why it’s even called ‘flipping the bird’

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[ethereal]

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mathematics, syrus

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He lifted his head as they spoke, which made Caspian feel a bit jittery. They knew it was more polite to keep their eyes on someone while they were talking, but now they felt a bit anxious. Still, he didn’t look mean or angry with Caspian. “Yes, then yes it is good. Saying more than what is asked of you to a God or Goddess is not very wise.” They were surprised a bit when Syrus agreed. “Or anyone.” They added quietly, meeting Syrus’s coal-colored eyes. Though it was definitely unwise to speak too much to a god or goddess, it was also, in their eyes, unwise to do so to anyone. People often looked at Caspian with exasperation when they talked too much or said something wrong, and although that wasn’t the same as getting smitten by a deity, it still hurt. Syrus seemed nonchalant and casual about the whole thing, definitely not as fearful as Caspian, which felt ironic. “It’ll only be my own anxiousness and inadequacy that will make the disappointment I feel in myself to persevere.” When he said this, they looked at him with sparkling eyes and a sort of admiration, though it was veiled by sadness, of course. Anxiousness and inadequacy? That reminded Caspian of themself…how different were they from Syrus? “I feel that way too.” They admitted quietly, the admiration creeping into their tone. “I always think everyone will hate me when I mess up. But I think I hate myself the most.” They spoke this very quietly, almost as if they weren’t sure whether they should be saying this or not.

orp : @crazycaliope

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[Edelgard]

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~~~ ~~~ Hallway (moving) | Jakob

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César clutched the soft scarf around his neck, this time giving what was unmistakably a derisive laugh. “We don’t sound like that,” he said, wrinkling his nose pointedly at the exaggerated bounce in Jakob’s tone. “Besides, I don’t hate the uniform. It has too much ornaments, and the white is too bright. Not to mention how easy it is to dirty-” César accusingly waved his sleeve at Jakob’s face once more, “-and I don’t like the collar.” He pulled at the muffler slightly to show as little of the ruffles he could while still making a point. “But it is the uniform, and I am good-looking enough for people to see past it, I think! And if you think I cannot do those high-fives, you are wrong,” he added fiercely.

With that, César snatched Jakob’s arm, prompting it up just so that he could hit his hand, clean and precise. He did wince at the movement, but straightened up right after, looking very self-assured.

It was a great contrast to Jakob’s momentary, softened gaze. Which César did catch -only to dismiss it as being linked to the high-five. “What, is there a specific way to hit?” he asked stiffly, opening his mouth to continue criticising the practice.

Fortunately, Jakob’s ears were spared the moment César felt the latter’s arm snake around his shoulders, efficiently silencing any coming complaint. He frowned, the smoky scent of leather reaching the tip of his nose. How unusual. Regardless, it wasn’t unpleasant. Not at all. Still, César shut his eyes as soon as Jakob assumed the stance of a conquistador, a wave of uneasiness hitting him as the ramp slid beneath his thighs. The climbing felt dizzying, and not half-a-second into it, César was sure he was never trying it again.

“Is it over?” he said loudly when they eventually came to a halt. “Thank goodness…” He cracked open an eyelid, expecting -and very much hoping- to find the white walls and hardwood flooring of the dormitory extending before them.

@ethereal - Jakob | The next one will be much better, I promise ~

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[ethereal]

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｡｡ literature classroom, aquila｡｡

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The girl did not answer right away, and Eudora wondered if she was even going to. “Yeah, I suppose I am. You are as well, correct?” Eudora’s face reddened, “Yeah, for sure. Obvious, wasn’t it?” She replied, still smiling. The girl had a brow raised, expecting an answer. Though she looked a bit bored, perhaps not in the mood for a conversation. Though this made sense-they were in the middle of class, it did make her a bit more anxious. “I went last year, and it was the best!!! You’ll love it.” She continued to talk, trying to reassure the girl. She tilted her head, black curls falling to one side. “What’s your name? I’m Eudora.”

orp ｡｡ @eunoia [ nooooo it’s okayyyy i totally get it XD Love Quill!]

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[eunoia]

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literature classroom, Eudora

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“I went last year, and it was the best!!! You’ll love it.” That was her new strategy, and it worked well in her head. Quill then said more to herself rather than the girl in front of her, “I think I might just like it, as you said.” She paused, looking up, and watched the girl’s beautiful curls dance as she tilted her head. “What’s your name? I’m Eudora." “I’m Aquila, but I go by Quill,” Quill kept her astonishment concealed until she couldn’t help but let a slightly concerned crease show on her brow. … Is it possible that this girl’s bubbly demeanor rubbed off on her? Quill was not going to let anything like that happen again. “Do you know where the dance thing is held?”

orp ~ @ethereal

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