closed starter for @zvphyr
after reading the gossip blog, sofie could barely even comprehend ( much less believe ) what was written about zephyr lockhart. raised in a cult? son of a literal murderer? a henchman? it was like story out of a novel or some movie starring matt damon or something. the blond didn’t even bother changing out of her sweatpants and letting her hair out of a bun as she stomped over to her next-dorm-neighbor’s place. sofie’s tiny fist knocked as HARD as possible on the door before crossing her arms across her old st. etienne shirt. she just prayed to whomever was listening that nobody important would come strolling through the halls and see her in such horrid attire. after all, the blond had a REPUTATION to uphold. ( not for much longer, that is. if the gossip blog had anything to do with it. ) the moment the dorm’s door swung open, sofie began rambling. “i know i’m probably the last person you want to see right now, but i couldn’t just be right next door and not come over. plus, i have a million questions. you don’t have to answer them, necessarily. but, it’s the journalist in me,” the blond rattled off, potentially sounding like a CRAZY person. “not that i’m gonna go write about any of this. the gossip blog gave so many details that there’s no reason at all for the school paper to cover it,” she huffed, almost disappointed.













