 Fluttery Pegasi
She looked from Drapes to Roonster. Both had the same questioning look on their face. How dense could they be? "Falling is what happens when you move to walk but your feet don't move." Like when someone grabs your ankles exactly when you move to take a step. Or when your shoelaces are tied. Or when your shoes are stuck to the floor but your feet aren't. "I tripped. On my shoes." Cuz they were glued, see?
"Yeah, I'm okay..." Begrudgingly, Hadley took the offered hand and help getting to her feet. "Thanks." This was possibly the worst day of her life, and after her summer, that was saying a lot.
And what the hell? Hadley looked at the Rooster, because whining about the opening feast got you the other nickname, Prefect. Her hands were raised questioningly, like she was being unfairly accused. Because in her mind she was. There had been a momentarily spike in her respect of the Prefect when Drapes opened the door and revealed Rooney as the prankster. But that faded the moment he started to whine. "What the hell?" It deserved repeating outloud, because, seriously, what the hell?
She could have told them both about the Carp-tastic summer she had and how one of the two people who hated her without a single reason, admittedly so, by the way, who she was trying to be a friend to had blown up at her for no reason at all and how all those things culminated into one ticked off Hadley Denaker that just needed some space to wander and calm down. Like it'd do any good. And like she'd ever give Drapes the upper hand by showing him just how vulnerable she could be. Hads would never trust the man that much.
"Rooster, I say this with the utmost respect." Was he paying attention? Good. "Grow the hell up."
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