Unplanned rendezvous of the brooding variety
The day had been, as of yet, monotonous, leading to Porrim having her only fleeting regret of her meticulously organized schedule, order in the morning allowing chaos to reign in the afternoon, and indeed, the night. Her clock showed the time, but she paid little attention to it. Her roommate was already asleep, and the sun was as down as it was going to get, and she had a serious case of cabin fever. She never did sit out in the court yard and sketch, like she planned to do on her first day, and perhaps the lack of fresh air was getting to her. So, Porrim would her way to the lake behind the school, advertised by a large sign, on it emblazoned 'Lake Beforus' and below it, in spray paint: 'Swim at yr own rizk'. It wasn't extremely convincing of the untold dangers of the lake, but would lead to a good photograph, if she owned a camera that wasn't attached to her phone. Once again, as Porrim arrived, someone had already settled down, and appeared to be reading. Whether it was by flash or candlelight, she was uncertain, but she was unsure of a lot of things. Had they noticed her? Why were they still in their uniform at this hour? Why were they at the lake at this hour? She doubted it was for the same reason as her, but she figured it was worth a shot, anyways. Who doesn't want a midnight drawing buddy? As she approached the girl who obviously thought so much like herself, midnight walks and 'midnight-getting-comfortable-by the-lake's, Porrim spoke. "Hello, there. Is this seat taken?"