 ¼ of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pls
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Originally Posted by D.A Forever  Chelsea was late, and it wasn't fashionably. Hurrying along as any young witch could in heels, the young brunette slowed as she walked through the entrance hall, currently alone. No bother, though.
Adjusting the feather in her hair, the nineteen-year-old's eyes wandered the hall, taking everything in. The people she may work closely with, the hall itself, even the small details. She was curious. Hands folded in front of her, Chelsea continued on slowly. João'd lifted his head to see whether she was here or it was time to move to somewhere else, when his eyes met a stranger's. And lingered on her more than a normal glance.
Clearly, it was time to move somewhere. But he didn't. Instead, he smiled at her after a while of staring, and wondered whether she would have the courage to come and talk.
If Aspen observed people, so could he. |