- Messages
- 37
- OOC First Name
- Claire
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Too Young to Care
- Age
- 11/2038 (11)
A light rain fell softly against the long library windows. Ensconced in pillows beneath the windowsill, Millicent closed her eyes. In the pauses between hushed conversation on the other side of the library, she could almost pretend she was at home, sitting in her living room, breathing in the comforting smell of her dad's agricultural book collection. The patter on the windows was rain against the French doors; the scratching of quills was her cat sharpening his claws; the door opening and falling shut was her mother coming out of the kitchen. But then an unfamiliar voice would rise up again on the other side of the bookshelf, and the brief illusion was shattered.
She knew she ought to move. At some point, somebody was going to come searching for the cushions she'd pilfered off various armchairs around the library. At some point, the library was going to close. At some point, she would have to go up to her dormitory and see the girls again. Her stomach lurched at the thought. As far as she could tell, they were all very nice - but that wasn't the problem. They were just so... talkative. They chatted to each other like they'd been best friends for years. Meanwhile, Millicent could hardly think of a single thing to say - certainly she couldn't think of anything funny or interesting. She thought of all the friendships that were being established while she sat on the floor in the library, hiding, and her heart felt heavier than ever.
She knew she ought to move. At some point, somebody was going to come searching for the cushions she'd pilfered off various armchairs around the library. At some point, the library was going to close. At some point, she would have to go up to her dormitory and see the girls again. Her stomach lurched at the thought. As far as she could tell, they were all very nice - but that wasn't the problem. They were just so... talkative. They chatted to each other like they'd been best friends for years. Meanwhile, Millicent could hardly think of a single thing to say - certainly she couldn't think of anything funny or interesting. She thought of all the friendships that were being established while she sat on the floor in the library, hiding, and her heart felt heavier than ever.