 ∞ 17 | RP entrepreneur | defies gravity | Miss George is flawless | blanket burrito lyfe
If boarding the train on her own wasn't scary enough...it was the fact she'd have to peek in with the special peeps who got their own party palace and pretend to like them all. Or maybe she would like them all. Maybe. Maybe not. Her welcoming committee had no idea she was heading that way as none of them knew anything because she liked to surprise people. Or she'd maybe forgotten about a certain owl herself and been busy mourning her beloved Gemini or cuddling with boyf or babysitting. Busy life, busy life.
With Meatball the kitten in her arms, Elodie manoeuvred her way past the immediate folk and tried her darned hardest not to stare at the head honcho Headmistress, instead just grinning and finger wiggling and yeaaaaaah. She was gonna be that pretty when she was that old. Yup. "Looking well, Headmistress!" Now. Why was she stealing Westicorn and Motown? She knew those two. She LIKED those two.
They had good faces too.
Alexa had the box of cookies extended to Kaiden, but Elodie leant herself in and took one before he could, giving the younger girl a grin and seating herself down with M-Ball in her lap. Food, party palace, pretty people... this was like home already. Holllllaaaa.
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