She glanced hopefully at each of them as they spoke, hoping they would present something exciting or at the very least interesting to do. Erik suggested taking up a hobby before whispering to her that there would be an opportunity to briefly escape the rooms of Ebott House when the majority of the staff were leaving. Her eyes twinkled briefly with the thought, her mind turning back to her previous disastrous attempt to sneak outside for some ‘fresh air’.  She smiled and nodded, thinking that it probably would be best to have at least someone else with her in case anything odd happened again.  

As they were each finishing up with the meal Micheal and his puppet approached her before asking if she wanted to join them in the library. She hesitated if only for a brief moment before she decided that there would definitely be worse ways to spend her time, after all Micheal had shared with them his reason for being here, and even though it was very strange she felt that to hold it against him would be very unkind. 

[color=DC143C] “Sure Micheal”[/color] she said smiling at him as they made their way back to the class. Fortunately the rest of the lesson passed swiftly despite the dull and droning nature of the subjects. It seemed their teacher was consistent in his monotone and quite uncaring method of teaching. The others remained quite throughout the lesson and it had already become apparent to her that there would be no speaking out of turn and no tolerance for any silly business. As they finished each of them seemed to fall into what she assumed was their routine fairly quickly. With a quick wave Erik excused himself to go to the gym whilst Maddie headed off, soon after reappearing with a box of cleaning products and dusters. She seemed very focused on the task at hand and unscrupulously cleansed each area she moved through with such precision and efficiency that Teres felt sure that her own standards of cleaning might need to be stepped up somewhat if she wanted to avoid irritating her. 

Finding Micheal in the common room was easy enough, the room itself had several chairs and a large sofa as well as a pair of large bookcases lined with all kinds of literature. She idly browsed through several of the books examining the names printed on their spines with a vague interest. Her pretty much constant headache still plagued her and made it difficult to focus on the prospect of reading without further causing her irritation.

Over the next few hours she tried to talk with Micheal as much as she could, asking about his past and trying to get as much of a general impression of him that she could. It soon dawned on her that more than anything he just seemed happy to be talking with someone. She in turn shared with him her experience of being alienated by all of the people she thought were her friends before she had been sent here, telling him mostly everything that had happened, how she had argued with her doctors and parents about her diagnoses and how she didn’t think that she had anything wrong with her. She left out only the strange feelings and the recent blackout that had assailed her, putting these down to by-products of the medication.

Soon thereafter Maddy also entered the room, sitting on the large couch before turning on the old looking television that was in the corner of the room she tried to include her in their conversation. Teres soon was distracted watching the images on the TV, generally it felt less straining than reading with her mind still throbbing as she started to let her thoughts wander as a feeling of fatigue continued to sweep over her. 

Amongst other topics she wondered about her medication further, and she decided that perhaps tomorrow she would see if she could avoid taking the pills that were presented to her in the morning – after all she didn’t need them and to feel better would be more than worth any possible repercussions of being caught – or so she hoped. 

As time continued to pass she instinctively went to check the time on her phone just to be reminded once more that she was without it. Instead she turned her gaze to the old looking clock that hung on one of the walls and saw that their dinner was rapidly approaching. She had yet to be given any tasks to do as her chores, and assumed that she would be at dinner- not feeling quite right If she managed to escape choirs whilst her housemates did all of the work in her place. Though she didn’t look forward to the prospect of having to clean followed by exercises, and again wondered if she would be able to avoid doing this without any serious repercussions. Her mind also wandered to Erik and the possible brief escape he had suggested. She was definitely on board with the idea of sneaking out and already felt herself counting down the hours until then.