 Wifeyface ♥ ∞ 17 | RP entrepreneur | defies gravity | Miss George is flawless | blanket burrito lyfe
Hands stuffed in her pockets, the Prefect (could she even call herself that now?) took a seat at her own table further away from the small gathering of rugrats already there. If they wanted her, they'd make the effort to come on over and she had every intention of going to hunt down a couple of her people in a bit to sigh at them until they complimented the smile on her face. Elodie removed one hand from a pocket and rested her chin in it, and left to other to feel the folded colouring to remind herself that that was actually real and this was actually happening.
Home was going to be a thing soon.
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