(( closed starter for @lightspoken ))
Imogen’s first class of the second semester was one she was particularly looking forward to: Costume Design and History. From her theater experiences at Degrassi, Immy felt like she already had this one under her belt, at least a little bit. She was excited to get into the classroom again feeling confident and sure of herself, unlike how she’d felt during so much of high school.
When she arrived, she was the only one in the room. Sitting down, she pulled out her notebook and pencil case. She had vowed to be organized this semester and it was going well, so far at least. Soon, she became immersed in her doodling and didn’t notice the others filing into the room. After a few moments had passed by, she looked up to find the classroom filled.
Looking closer at her peers, Imogen tried to see if there was anyone she recognized from the previous semester. Always having been a friendly person, she was hoping to find someone she knew to sit next to for the class and chat with while they worked. As her eyes scanned over each person, she realized that she hadn’t found a friend, but an ex-girlfriend, Fiona. Imogen stood up and walked over to the other woman’s table.
Resting her hands on the top of the desk, she leaned in before making her presence known. “Fiona Coyne! What are you doing here?”