[sup][@GrafRoy Zeppeli][/sup][center][h2][color=a187be][i]Meruin Hazy[/i][/color][/h2][/center]
	So she really did follow her. But for a moment it seemed she had relented and turned back to the classroom. How strange. 

	While Meruin did not really [i]like[/i] being followed, she didn't [i]dislike[/i] it either; it would be best to say she didn't really so much as [i]care[/i] if she was being followed. She wasn't doing anything important at the moment, and girl had proven to be tolerable company so far, at least. Still, why was she following her in the first place? She did recall her saying something along the lines of being confused, but that still did not give Meruin a reason as to why she was being followed. Did this girl think that she could dispel that confusion? If so, she certainly hasn't acted like it. If Meruin was confused, she'd do some research or ask questions, but this girl was [i]not[/i] asking questions and was just following her.

	Speaking of which, what was this girls name? It was getting tiring to think of her as "this girl" all the time. Should she ask? Probably. Maybe later, once she'd found a nice place to sleep. 

	She really had to find a place to sleep. Or her dorm. Her dorm would be preferable. 

	Meruin had been walking for a while, with no real destination. It was a habit of hers: Unless she was looking for something specifically, and knew where to find it, she would walk around randomly until she found what she wanted - or what she felt was adequate enough to suit her needs. As it was, she just found a place where she could sleep comfortably.

	Looking at the stairs leading to the academy's rooftop, Meruin turned to Charlotte. [color=a187be]"If you're going to follow me, be sure to keep quiet please,"[/color] said Meruin dully. Without another word, she climb up the steps and opened the door to the roof. A quick look about and it was evident that no one was here, and Meruin gave a small nod of satisfaction.

	[color=a187be]"Hm . . . the breeze is nice today,"[/color] she muttered to herself. Hm, she didn't have a pillow. Well, no helping it then.

	Meruin took of her skirt, stockings, blouse, and camisole, throwing the pile of clothes on the floor of the roof. Then she lay down, using the pile as a pillow. Closing her eyes, Meruin silently enjoyed the breeze, before remembering Charlotte was still there.

	She decided to do the polite thing. 

	[color=a187be]"You're welcome to join, if you wish,"[/color] she said through sleepy, half-lidded eyes, [color=a187be]"but find your own pillow."[/color]