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Anson cracked open her fortune cookie. The cookie never interested her but the fortunes were nice. She laughed when she read what she got. “These things make no sense.”
“I don’t bother reading them anymore, even ironically. They can be scarily accurate sometimes.”
Quiet Nights In: Imogen & Zach
“I’ll consider that, I’ve still got the blueprints in my room. Can’t be sure it’ll work though I’ll need to do some more tests on it” he explained as he walked over to the couch and passed her a bowl. Moving to sit down beside her with his own he ate his food, although at a slower pace than Imogen was. “And I thought I was bad at remembering to eat, I think this is time for me to stage an intervention and invite you to join me every evening so I can be sure you’ve eaten.” Zach laughed at the thought of him and Callum on Masterchef, “nah it’s not quite my style. I just like being homechef and anyway all it is is following a few instructions on a piece of paper.”
“Well, my door is yours to experiment on. Just y’know, don’t blow it off and leave me with no door at all. That might be a little counter-productive.” At Zach’s comment, Imogen became suddenly self conscious of the way she had downed her food, and made sure her next bite was taken at a normal pace. Smiling embarrassingly, she covered her mouth with her hand while she chewed, waiting to swallow before she spoke. “Is that just your way of saying you love my company and want to cook dinner for me every night?” She teased.
Tasha raised an eyebrow at her friend “I’ve never seen you so tired. What’s wrong?”
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“What? Oh just study and all that. I’ve had trouble juggling lately, but I’m getting it under control. Is it that obvious?”
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Quiet Nights In: Imogen & Zach
“You’re right and while I did consider ripping out the door and installing a biometric scanning system I eventually gave it up. I don’t think the institute would be all too pleased with me hijacking their security system just so my room-mate can get in without needing a key.” He admitted waving her in before shutting the door once she was inside, he’d known her long enough to know something was up but his primary concern was making her comfortable and taking care of her like he did with all those in his circle of friends.
“Make yourself at home,” without preamble he made his way down the hall straight to the open plan lounge and kitchenette bypassing the TV in the process - still paused during a car chase sequence and going to grab some plates from the cupboard. “Spaghetti bolognese” Zach said by way of explanation as he served up three plates (one for when Callum got back). “Don’t worry about it, you know me - I love friends visiting and I do have an incredibly friendly face so you made a good choice. But first, you look famished so I’m not going to do anything until you’ve eaten and had some dessert.”
“Of course you did,” Imogen chuckled as she followed Zach inside, shaking her head at her friend. It seemed his brain never stopped thinking of ways to revolutionize the technological systems that the Havens functioned on. “That does sounds pretty cool though, if you want to come and try it on my apartment door, I won’t argue. It might stop my siblings from just walking in whenever they feel like it.” While she loved her siblings dearly, she despised their lack of boundaries when it came to privacy. Before the attack, it never bothered her, but now she could barely face them without feeling unceasing guilt and shame, and having them around all the time lately only made her feel worse.
Imogen murmured a thank you as she followed her friend to the lounge, taking a seat and placing her bag beside her while Zach dished up the freshly cooked dinner that smelled so delicious, the brunette’s stomach started to rumble alarmingly loudly. She couldn’t have been more grateful when he delivered her bowl to her, having to exhibit restraint until he sat down next to her. “Thank you so much for this,” She said between mouthfuls. “I can’t remember the last time I ate properly. It’s delicious. You and Callum should go on Masterchef.”
Giggling like a little child Tasha pushed over a box placing it in front of her and Imogen “ See? You don’t even have to move. You’ll see that once you’re all unpacked you’ll feel much better.”
“But I still have to move to put stuff away, and besides I have a good system going. I take what I need as I need it.”
“–Yeah, I can try and induce a vision about you, if you want.” Valentina slipped her phone back into her pocket and glanced up at the person standing in front of her. “Only if you’re willing to accept that what I may or may not see could end up being awful news. Can you deal with that?”
“On second thought, I’m not so sure,” Imogen hesitated, wringing her hands together vigorously. There was something pure about blissful ignorance. Did she really want to know the future? Know the kind of person she was becoming? It was likely to eat her alive, more than help her, but a part of her desperately needed to know. “This is...full disclosure, right? Even if it’s really terrible, you can’t tell anyone.”
“No, gross, don’t even consider it. Yes, one more day will hurt. If you don’t do it now, you never will.”
“That’s not true! I will do it tomorrow, I promise. I just have to...have a nap first.”
“Showing skin does not mean somebody has any less dignity.”
“Depends in what capacity.”
The door to the gymnasium opened abruptly in the middle of combat practice. Oliver’s attention shifted from the student he was teaching about tackling to the new arrival at the gym. He ordered one of the more learned students to take over while he walked up to the newcomer. Oliver spread his hands in question, “You’re late.”
Imogen checked her watch and cursed under her breath as she half-walked, half-ran to the gymnasium. Bursting through the door making more noise than she hoped she would, the brunette came to a stop in front of a displeased looking Professor Slade. “I know,” she panted, trying to make her breaths even. “I, um, I got tied up.”
Gabriel had realized a long time ago that there was no arguing with Anabel and trying to read her was like trying to read an encyclopedia in a foreign language. Despite his attempts to reassure her, he never seemed to crack through her shell. “You know Bel, that’s just the way she is. You could tell her how much you care a hundred times and she would still be skeptical.” Gabriel also knew quite about about his other sister, and knew that she was just as stubborn as Anabel. He could tell her something several times and would have to tell her even more.
“I’m good, school’s good. Nothing has really changed much.” Gabriel was relieved to be nearing the end of his schooling. Despite his love of learning and his major, he often felt suffocated int eh halls of the Institute, especially being one of the oldest one’s there. Most of the other master’s students could agree with him that their graduation date couldn’t come fast enough. “What about yourself? Working hard, I assume?”
“I know. I know, it’s just...” Imogen trailed off, biting her lip, unsure as to whether she should continue. She didn’t want Gabriel to feel as though he was stuck in the middle of the sisters, but she needed to know how he felt about the situation. If he was as angry as her, or if she was flying off the handle for no reason. “It’s just that she left us, Gabe. And before you say anything, I understand that she was scared, and I understand if she felt belittled at the thought of having to be protected by us. But she didn’t even tell us. We could have died and she would have been none the wiser. Not to mention everything we willingly gave up to find her. I’m not complaining about it of course, but she came back and was immediately defensive about why I was angry. She won’t try to see it from my side at all, and I’ll let it go, but I still find it unfair. If it had been one of us that ran and left her behind, it would be a whole other story where we’re still to blame.” She stopped herself, taking her brother’s silence as a sign that it was a topic to be now left alone.
At Gabriel’s question, the brunette shrugged. “Well my grades fell when Anabel disappeared, as you could expect, but I’m working on it.” A half-truth she figured was better than lying altogether. She knew her brother would devote all his time to worrying about her if she told him about the sleepless nights and the ever crumbling grades that she couldn’t seem to get a handle on, and Imogen didn’t want to drag him down with her.
“I already helped you bring them all over here. You can’t expect me to unpack them for you too.”
“Oh come onnnnnn. What if I bribed you?”
“Come on, lazy ass. These boxes are going to start growing mold by the time you even open one of them.”
“At least then there’d be some sign of life in this apartment...okay, no ew, I couldn’t even get through that thought without cringing. But...one more day won’t hurt, will it?”
Bella rolled her eyes. “Are you always this much of a prude? It’s not like I’m taking pictures and passing them out to the whole school.”
“I’m not a prude, Isabella. I’m just not as eager to get my kit off as other people. I have a little dignity.”
“Come ooon.” Tasha whined dropping herself in the sofa next to her friend “ I have plenty energy to spare and I’m bored.”
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“I envy you,” Imogen sighed, pulling herself up. If she laid on the sofa any longer she would fall asleep, and it was apparent that Tasha wasn’t going to let that happen. “Fine, but I’m unpacking from this position right here. I’m not moving.”
Quiet Nights In: Imogen & Zach
Callum hadn’t turned up at their dorm tonight and Zach could only assume that meant he had either fallen asleep somewhere or was busy with other stuff. Most of his evening had been spent at his desktop redrafting a couple of his sideline projects before he’d abandoned them, opting to continue his campaign on Skyrim aka the best game ever to have been invented in the history of games.
By the time he heard the knock at the door he’d just been finishing up the sauce for his dinner. Had Callum left his key behind? Shaking his head he switched off the stove abandoning his food and grabbing the remote to pause Mad Max: Fury Road which had been on in the background as he cooked. Speaking as he opened the door “Cal, if you keep forgetting you key I’m going to have to start putting one under the mat for you- Oh” his eyes widened in surprise when he saw Imogen outside instead of his room-mate but it fast turned into a happy smile “uh- hey. Sorry I thought you were Cal… Not that you look like Cal- Because you’re… You. You’re Gen” trailing off his brows furrowed in thought as to whether he’d forgotten a study session or something they might’ve arranged but none came to mind. Stepping back he gestured for her to come in “I was just finishing making dinner - if you wanted some? Or not… Whatever you want really, I made enough to share.”
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Imogen wasn’t fully aware of where her legs were carrying her until she noticed the familiar door of Zach’s dorm come into view. She’d been wandering for what felt like hours; mind hazy, full of too many conflicting thoughts. How had she come to this? The brunette had always prided herself on being the one who had it all together. Sure, she’d had a plethora of issues, but they had never haunted her like they did now. She had been running for too long, and it had all finally caught up. She could feel herself beginning to crumble, and as she timidly knocked on Zach’s door, she wondered what would happen to her if she became completely unhinged.
Imogen couldn’t help but smirk as the door swung open to reveal a very surprised Zach standing somewhat dishevelled in front of her. “Putting keys under mats isn’t a very wise idea, you ever know who could get in that way,” she commented, trying to make light to distract her friend from the pained look she was sure was evident behind her eyes. Thanking him as he invited her inside, Imogen nodded at the premise of food, halting on the spot, waiting for Zach to lead her. She hadn’t frequented his dorm, and felt impolite making herself at home without invitation, regardless of the fact that they were good friends. “Whtever you’re making smells delicious,” Imoen mused as she followed him to the kitchen, suddenly becoming aware of her empty stomach. She’d forgotten the last time she’d had something that wasn’t caffeine induced. “Sorry for showing up announced, I just needed to see a friendly face today.”
Callum promptly rubbed his glasses on his sleeve to clear the fog before placing them back on his nose, a grin then appeared on his lips as a non-fuzzy Imogen came into view. “You should most definitly come in and join me, then,” he stepped back to allow her passage. As he removed the apron, the male laughed. “It’s me we’re talking about. I think I’ve made enough food to feed a small army. Or, at least, allow me two plates. Want anything to drink?”
“You know, as soon as I said it, I realized who I was talking to,” Imogen chuckled, placing her bag on the couch before following Callum into the kitchen. “I should have assumed right away you would have cooked enough to feed almost all of the Haven’s students.” At his question, she smiled politely. “Water is fine for now, I’m trying to ruin my body via desserts, rather than fizzy drinks. To keep an equal balance and everything.”
