Apr 3, 2018
nothing on our minds || open
The sudden clearance of the snowstorm was quite possibly the biggest feeling of relief Ophelia had ever experienced. As much as she liked her students, being stuck in their dorm block was going to drive her round the bend. She needed some maturity, or at least, less pettiness, more common interests and a less shouty voice. Fingers pressed to her mouth, Ophelia inhaled the fresh air of freedom drinking it in as if she’d been trapped in a mine for a month. “So I’m in desperate need of a glass of wine. How does happy hour sound to you?” She offered, though if they were unwilling she was more than happy to go alone.
