[color=a50b5e][i]Taking this more seriously than expected, huh. I suppose you'd normally think that,[/i][/color] she thought. Though she'd called it research, all Axelle had really done last night was fall down the YouTube rabbit hole like usual. She'd surprised herself a little with just how much she got into it, simply because her roomie seemed into it. [color=a50b5e][i]but what else can we do? It's not like we can just ask a teacher.[/i][/color] Also, if she was being honest, these "supernatural" events—something you'd think normal people would be thrilled to experience—were kind of annoying, if unforgettable.

Axelle resisted the urge to cover her face with embarrassment as she remembered one previous day's events.

Some vines had grown out from the drain and quickly taken over the shower, causing Axelle to swear loudly in French. Stormy might not have understood much of it, but the loud [color=a50b5e]"[i]NON![/i]"[/color] had given her away. She'd immediately felt pretty embarrassed by her outburst as she wondered what her roomie must be thinking. Most of that day was spent worrying about what to do; should they call a plumber? Should they pour weed killer down the drain? Was that even safe? Thankfully, the vines had mysteriously disappeared by the time they got back to the dorm. The only proof that any of that day's weirdness actually happened was the mysterious bottle of weed killer still sitting underneath their sink, unused.

She snapped back to reality when she suddenly heard Stormy speak with a perfect French accent.

Axelle made a disapproving sound with the last of her coffee, slurping it loudly through a straw. [color=a50b5e]"Sorry, my check engine light came on. Did you say something about being a bother?"[/color] she replied, in a voice which was soft but also slightly stern. [color=a50b5e]"It's every girl's dream to live with a rock star, right? So, have more confidence."[/color] As Stormy looked up from her phone, the sweet smile Axelle gave her after she said that seemed to say something like "I don't want to hear you put yourself down anymore, okay?"

Seeming satisfied, Axelle opened the door for Stormy. [color=a50b5e]"[i]Non[/i]. After you, [i]ma cher[/i]."[/color] She smiled playfully, with Stormy's question unanswered.

[color=14A989]~✶~✶~❀[/color]

Normally, Axelle would sit alone in the front of the class, but at this school, her life was going to be a bit different. Moving quickly to the back corner, she took over a cluster of half a dozen desks, pushing them together to make one big table for the book club girls to sit at.

"Again, Alex?" a redheaded girl said as she made envious eyes at the box of cinnamon rolls.

[color=a50b5e]"I'll stop baking when I'm dead,"[/color] Axelle proclaimed with the voice of one who was proud of her craft. [color=a50b5e]"Today I have something for everyone, though—check it out. Normally you'd have to wait until October to buy these, but I pulled some strings... Hmhm~♪"[/color] she collapsed her book bag dramatically, showing everyone the boxes of chocolate mint cookies.

"So that's your game, huh. Make everyone hungry, then sell girl guide cookies," the redhead accused with a smirk.

[color=a50b5e]"Oh no, I've been found out~♥"[/color] Axelle replied playfully as the boxes quickly dispersed throughout the classroom.

As the other book club girls arrived, Axelle would wave them over to the cluster of desks she'd pushed together. [color=a50b5e]"I made one for each of us, so please take one,"[/color] she'd say to each of them, nudging the box of cinnamon rolls here and there.