[hr][right][sup][color=ffffff][b]Hallway[/b][/color][/sup][/right]The clacking of loafers against the hallway floor stopped. For a moment, there was a cloistering silence, almost a subtle intimidation as the walls seemed to curve unnaturally around the young woman's body. Then, with a gentle swish of her gown, Ceciliane Dulac turned and faced down the boy with resolute eyes.

[color=8882be]"You are certainly correct. I did not need to answer her..."[/color] Dulac replied sharply, calling a spade to a spade. [color=8882be]"...nor do I need to answer [i]you[/i], Chester. Last I checked, we were not friends nor acquaintances."[/color]

Her irises were like daggers of cold ice. Both their voices seemed to carry unnaturally in the hallway, darkened by the cloud cover outside. Miniature rivers of raindrops ran down the windows to their side, blurring their view of the world outside.

[color=8882be]"I do not intend to stoop down and defend my actions to you. You may hold whatever ire towards me you wish."[/color] The young woman said simply, [color=8882be]"Hate me from afar if it behooves you. Seethe every time you look at me if that is how you must live. Keep it to yourself, and I will not mind."[/color] Her feet turn, pointing her shoulder towards the boy. [color=8882be]"...Or are you here to do something other than glower in my general direction?"[/color]