⋆⁺。˚⋆˙‧₊☽ masquerade ball ☾₊‧˙⋆˚。⁺⋆
The thought that Freya would be bringing someone home with her on the first night of Wyndham College was incomprehensible, yet here she was returning to her room with this nameless girl who could barely string words together to form a sentence. She wasn’t really sure of her plan for when they got inside, but improvising seemed to be working fine enough up until now, when using a very loose definition of ‘fine’.
As she turned the lights on, it was weird for Freya to see someone else in her room. Freya had hardly been moved in for long, but she had already become settled and used to it being her space. Now here this person was, sliding down her wall as she spoke to the back of Freya, just as she had been trying to think of what to do next. “It’s okay–” She attempted to interject as she turned around, though the girl appeared unstoppable in her pursuit of explanations and apologies. Even when she had finished, Freya felt at a loss for words. Somewhat because she wasn’t sure how much of this conversation the girl was to remember, but also at the bizarreness of the situation.
When silence had crept in for slightly too long, Freya raised some concern. “Are you… okay?” She asked, apprehensively, slowly approaching the unresponsive girl. As she got closer, she could see the girl was okay, but asleep. Freya wasn’t sure how these kind of things panned out, but she was pretty sure that she shouldn’t leave her to sleep sat on the floor. “Hey,” She attempted. Then a slight nudge. A light shake on her shoulder. “Helloo?” But nothing, the nameless girl remained fast asleep. Okay, this was going to be difficult.
Freya looked up to the ceiling for a moment, hoping her eyes would return to find this had all been some kind of dream - which found her no luck. Instead, she stepped forward, her hands under the girls arms to lift her off her feet. It was this moment she noticed the inconvenience of this girl being taller than her. Regardless, Freya led her across the room and onto the bed, exhaling with relief when the task was complete. With that, she took a spare pillow she had in her closet and returned to the space that the girl had been in before.
⋆⁺。˚⋆˙‧₊☽ next day ☾₊‧˙⋆˚。⁺⋆
Luckily, and also unsurprisingly, Freya woke up before the girl had. She wasted no time to gather her things, not particularly wanting the conversation that would come if her unexpected guest woke up. Just as Freya stood at the door, she realised something missing as she did a quick pan around of the room. Before she left, she took the glass from beside her occupied bed, filling it with water and returning it in aid to the hangover she was sure this girl would wake up with. Then a very fast escape.
Freya hadn’t even made it to the entrance of the college and there was already a commotion attracting an audience on the courtyard. As she gave it her attention for a moment, she could make out a fight going on between two guys. How could they already have something to fight about on the first day? Freya couldn’t help rolling her eyes at the number of people with their phones out, feeling compelled to have this on their camera roll.
It seemed as though Freya had seen the back end of the fight since the crowd began to dissipate, blocking her path to the entrance as they all started funnelling inside. After a moment of waiting, Freya eventually headed for the door. But she was stopped in her tracks once again, this time by a direct approach from a guy asking for a Kleenex. “I think so yeah,” She thought out loud as she searched her bag. As Freya retrieved the found tissues she handed them over to him, laying her eyes on him for the first time. “Ah, so that was you in the… wrestling match,” Freya observed, hiding her disdain. “I think you might need more than just that. Isn’t there a nurse or something?” She asked him, looking around hoping one would just appear.
⋆⁺。˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚。⁺⋆