The Graveyard, Saturday Evening
So they weren't kicking her out of Fandom. Yay for that.
On the other hand, Charlie now was going to have to deal with Kerrigan not only in her class, and her office hours, but also...well, more. She wasn't sure of how much more, but the woman was going to be keeping an eye on her. Or something. She was just oddly happy that she didn't have to leave.
Then why the fuck was she on the graveyard?
Charlie had no idea, actually. Perhaps it was the peacefulness of the place, perhaps she didn't feel as comfortable as the average teenager inside of a room for too long, or perhaps she was just weird. Perhaps. The graveyard itself looked rather...charming, with the snow all around the graves half covered on it. It almost didn't look like a graveyard. Like what it looked like, she had no idea, but certainly not a graveyard. She didn't care. She was just going to stare blankly at the gravestones, seeing without reading.
[[Yes, she's weird, but I sort of love writing it. And yes, this is an open post]]
On the other hand, Charlie now was going to have to deal with Kerrigan not only in her class, and her office hours, but also...well, more. She wasn't sure of how much more, but the woman was going to be keeping an eye on her. Or something. She was just oddly happy that she didn't have to leave.
Then why the fuck was she on the graveyard?
Charlie had no idea, actually. Perhaps it was the peacefulness of the place, perhaps she didn't feel as comfortable as the average teenager inside of a room for too long, or perhaps she was just weird. Perhaps. The graveyard itself looked rather...charming, with the snow all around the graves half covered on it. It almost didn't look like a graveyard. Like what it looked like, she had no idea, but certainly not a graveyard. She didn't care. She was just going to stare blankly at the gravestones, seeing without reading.
[[Yes, she's weird, but I sort of love writing it. And yes, this is an open post]]