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Laura Tilney

Her dorm, Chroma Knight base
December 19, 2016 - 6:10 am

Eyes opening to gaze out at the darkness that was her dorm room, Laura reached up a hand to turn on her lamp mounted on the wall. Blinking as light suddenly flooded the room, she checked the time on her alarm clock: 6:10. She frowned at the time. She had set her clock to ring at six when she went to bed last night, but now had no recollection of switching the alarm off. She had overslept by ten minutes, which was unfortunate but unchangeable. At least she hadn't overslept longer.

Reaching across to grab her phone from the dresser top, she turned it on and checked for any messages. There was one from her mother asking her if she had received her grades from her finals yet, but after scanning through the message Laura decided to ignore it for the time being. Seeing a notification for a text from her brother, she immediately smiled and clicked on it. Last night, she and Sebastian had added more than 100 texts to their message history together. She had stayed up late "talking" to him, which was probably part of the reason why she had had overslept.

It read:
L, I know u won't see this till tomm morning, which is part of the reason I'm texting you. If you're reading this and it's not yet 7, get back to bed. I mean it.

Laura rolled her eyes, leaning back in bed. They had exchanged photos last night, and the picture of her had revealed dark smudges beneath her eyes from the cramming she had done while studying. Still, his advice -or maybe she should think of it as an order- was enticing. Setting her phone to ring at ten to seven, she switched off the light and was soon asleep.

The sound of her phone buzzing and playing a tune woke her, and she quickly shut it off. With that bit of extra sleep, she felt better. Getting out of her bed, she began to get dressed. She had already set out clothes to wear last night, so it didn't take her long to change. An elbow length soft gray shirt and a pair of yoga pants went on first, followed by a tight fitting dark blue sweater. It had long extended sleeves, with holes for her thumbs to fit through so part of her hands were covered. Giving her hair a quick brush, she decided for once to let her red waves of hair fall loosely around her.

Now that she was done with her morning preparation, next would be... her eyes fell on the still open book on her desk. That would be next. But before doing so, she grabbed her phone once more and sent a quick text to her brother.

Slept till 6:50, happy now? Still woke a little earlier than you wanted, but who says I have to listen to you? XD

He would see it when he woke up, probably in three or so hours due to their time difference.

Walking over in socked feet to her desk, she sat down and bent over her book. No, it wasn't fiction. It was yet another of her textbooks. Just because she had a break from classes didn't mean that she would slack off. Absentmindedly twirling a lock of hair with her left hand, she began to read, mouthing the words silently.

Some time later, she became aware of the scents that were wafting into her room through the small crack under her door. She hadn't thought that she was hungry before, but now she definitely thought she was. A muted call soon accompanied the smells, recognized as Amelie's voice. With a soft sigh of satisfaction, she dog-eared the page and closed the book before unlocking her room door and stepping out, making sure to lock it behind her as well.

Then, she headed down the hall towards the kitchen. Standing in the doorway that stood between the hall and kitchen, she looked over to where Amelie stood at the stove. "Need any help?"

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Sophia Lemane

While Brent looked around for a suitable table that they could eat at, Sophia concentrated on beginning to calm down or shut out the thoughts that were whirling about her head, and on distancing herself emotionally from the scene. But she didn't manage to suceed, for the unusual behavior of the students nearby who seemed to have fallen still made her look closely at the figure who had just entered the dining hall. Recognizing Director Zhang, her eyes followed the woman's path up the stairs with some apprehension.

The last time that Sophia had been in the same room as the director, things hadn't ended very plesantly, and even though Sophia knew that it hadn't directly been Zhang's fault, she couldn't help but associate the director with something unpleasant. Not to mention that even if the incident hadn't occured, the director's reputation was frightful enough. Still, she couldn't help but wonder why Director Zhang was here. In her imagination, the director worked in her room all day and never left it, ordering her food and drinks brought to her and only leaving to intimidate someone into following orders.

Though Brent didn't exactly say why he wanted to go up a floor or two, it was pretty obvious to her that he wanted to follow the director. Or actually, she didn't have to think of it as following. There were no signs to be seen that marked the upper floors as staff only or anything like that. The two of them would just be finding an empty place to sit... right? As an answer to Brent's offer, she shook her head before attempting to follow the action with a few words. "But thanks," she began in a minute whisper, before her voice faltered and disappeared, causing her last word to be simply mouthed. "anyway."

Carrying her plate and following Brent up one flight of stairs and then another, it was on the third floor that she spotted the director talking on the phone. Of course, it was towards her that Brent headed. Sophia really didn't want to get that close to the Zhang, not to mention that the director was sitting at a bar. Bars were for those that were above eighteen, not somewhere that a thirteen year old was supposed to be. Still, she followed and ending up placing her plate down beside Brent's as she too took a seat.

It didn't surprise Sophia that her companion ordered a drink, she had already guessed that he was eighteen or above. But him asking her if she wanted something to drink when she knew that he knew she was underage... Turning in her seat so she was facing him full on, she tilted her head slightly to the side and gave him a long look as she tried to figure out what he meant by that. Brent didn't seem like he was mocking her youth by asking that question, that would mean that he was serious about it, right? Did he not care about age regulations on alcohol? It wouldn't matter so much if she were seventeen or some older age, but she wasn't.

Pressing her lips together, she shook her head slowly once before speaking in a whisper. "No." Her dark gaze, slightly dull, revealed some of her feelings to anyone that would look into her eyes. Disappointment, and confusion.

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