Eden had skipped dinner in favor of enjoying some much needed quiet time. Totally not because she was anxious and had no friends.

She sat wrapped in a comfy, scourgify-d blanket at one of the study tables, what remained of her snack/dinner - sninner? dink? - of beef jerky and black tea before her. She'd meant to send out letters inquiring about internship or odd job opportunities over school holidays, but had ended up just daydreaming. Green lawns, steam curling over hot coffee on a balcony, coming home to eat dinner and make sure all of her ducks were in order. Red hair times infinity, sunscreen bills out the wazoo. Usually she quashed these thoughts, saved them for when she was on the brink of sleep and wanted nice dreams. At fifteen, she needed to be focused on her career. She shifted in her seat, looking down at the stack of newsprint she'd ignored for an hour.

Dinner would probably be over soon, but maybe nobody would bother her? There were only a handful of people she actually wanted to see. Friends she wanted to see if she still had.