Originally Posted by Harron Peasley

Dramatics were obviously more than fine with Felicity. Dramatics were fun, when in situations as absurd as transferring schools only to have all your old school friends follow you.

She still wasn't getting over that any time soon. "Alas, although the beautiful boys are plentiful, no one has so much as offered." Insert overly dramatic sigh. Of course, it wasn't like she'd sought help, either, but Maesi could think that everyone had ignored her many wrong turns. Her friend didn't need to know that the idea of seeking help was embarrassing, and the idea of admitting to needing it even more so: no, she could feel sorry for the transfer and take pity that she wasn't exploring the Castle on someone handsome's arm.

"I'm hoping that by the end of the year I'll understand them better, but for now I'm just glad of an excuse to be late to class." Not that she often was, but luckily becoming friends with the dorm mates had helped in that respect. Flick still had no idea how they'd gotten used to the sudden, seemingly unpatterned jerks. "He might be. There's one on the third.... or fourth.... floor that apparently is, so I don't see why this one wouldn't be,too!" It was equally as weird looking, if slightly less creepy, she mentally reflected, thinking of the story Kane had told her.