Edie is thinking about magic, because what else do you do with your spare time when the good part of a book isn't calling you with its siren song?
Her thoughts are interrupted by a knocking on her door. She gets up to answer it.
Edie is thinking about magic, because what else do you do with your spare time when the good part of a book isn't calling you with its siren song?
Her thoughts are interrupted by a knocking on her door. She gets up to answer it.
"Hmmm, on a scale from blizzard and hail while late for work and having a meeting in five minutes to a nice breezy spring sunset at the lake cabin after having won the lottery and donated a lot of money to charity I'm a warm afternoon at the beach after reading news about significant advances on a generalized cure for cancer and aging through technology."
She looks her over. "My friends and I are having dinner at five-thirty. Be there. Would you like directions to our table or do you expect to be able to spot us?"
"See you this evening," she says, looks at her assessingly again, tips her chin up with two fingers and presses a kiss to her forehead.
And then disappears back into her room, closing the door without another word.
She needs a few minutes in her room to decompress after that. She's pretty sure there's steam coming out of her ears.
After that, she goes to explore the school a bit and look into electives and such, but at five thirty she's at the cafeteria.
--and another brunette, who couldn't be screaming "switch" with her fashion choices harder if she tried. The hair on one side of her head is let fall down her back in waves, while the other is pulled up into very old-fashioned complicated dom braids. She has on subbishly pale pink lipstick, dommishly dark red fingernail polish, a subbishly styled sundress and a very dommish jacket.
"And I'm Anna. Welcome to the Statistically Anomalous table. If you're actually a girl sub then you might be the most 'normal' person at the table."
"Well, apparently every single person here is either a dom or a switch, which isn't anomalous on an individual level but when we're all at least sometimes girls it kind of stands out. Plus you have the both-eclipsed twins over there," she nods at Edie and Emily, "who are sort of our crown jewel of statistically unlikely."
"Oh, sorry, I didn't realize, I told them you were a sub. ...In my defense, you were acting very subby at me. And I'm the last person to judge someone's role by the length of their hair," she adds, fingering her braid.