■ xvemodalen
What a hell of a morning. The auburn-haired student still felt the race of an infuriated pulse as she paced among the books in the library, barely capable of foc- using on what titles she needed to look out for. Stupid Vortex Club and their stupid, trashy, fucked up members. She was so tired of hearing about them and dealing with them in the hallway. She hadn’t even done anything to any of those people, not even two weeks into her arrival. Yet despite her initial avoidance of trouble, someone just had to pick a fight. Why were they all such bitches? A su- dden movement caught her attention, pulling her from her thoughts and making her small frame jump a good ways. Emerald hues eyed the unfamiliar, a guarded expression chiseling her mouth into a frown, as she scrutinized the other.
“You’re not one of those people, are you?”