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Presley Black 
This would be quick and painless. It wasn't giving in, nope. It was giving a centimeter. This way, neither of them lost, and Presley would have her friend back, sort of. She strode into the dormitory, and left her note (in special monogramed stationary) on Elliot's bed.
She made sure that the note was perfectly straight on the covers of Elliot's bed, and quickly left the dormitory. It would be incredibly uncomfortable if Elliot were to walk in just then.
Elliot sighed...she had had a long day, classes were a bit much, and though her weekend had been better than usual(thanks to Maxwell!) she was truly exhausted. She might even take a nap before dinner. Which she NEVER did...
She dropped her backpack gently on the ground, and was about to plop down on her bed when...
Something caught her eye.
She picked up the note, and raised an eyebrow. She knew the handwriting, well, though, and almost instantly knew who it was...Presley. She sat down in her bed and quickly read it.
For some reason, it irritated Elliot. Like, a lot. And all of the stuff she had wanted to apologize(ish) to presley for rushed from her mind...
Only be friends for the sake of looking okay on the outside? It definitely sounded like such a pureblood thing. Something her father would do. And maybe Elliot somewhat agreed, but she hoped that Presley wanted to mend their friendship because she actually wanted to be friends with Elliot...and not just to 'look' good.
She huffed a bit, her annoyance showing on her face, and she rushed to the owlery...