plans take t i m e. blanche knew this, of course. she knew she wasn’t going to skyrocket to the top of the political food chain immediately. that was the ending credit, and blanche was only all too happy to play the G A M E in the meantime. she excelled at these kind of games. the casualties never mattered to her, not when the resulting discord was so satisfying. to hear her own rumors whispered back to her in the middle of class was m u s i c to her ears, and she couldn’t help but start to spin another thread.
❝ you know what i heard ?? i heard that some people think it was some auradon kids who stole the book. ❞ blanche leaned forward in her chair, gesturing the other person towards her with a graceful curl of her finger. she cupped her hand to her mouth, saying the words in a w h i s p e r but pitching her voice so that it carried to the next few tables over. ❝ i heard it was that one kid -- you know the racer ?? glitching in and out, it’s possible. ❞ she leaned back into her chair, shrugging her shoulder in apparent confusion. ❝ i don’t know why they would do it. personally, i’d keep my eye on that odette bonfamille girl -- ❞
