It was miserable to be angry and upset and heartbroken, under totally normal circumstances. It was even more miserable, somehow, to be angry and upset and heartbroken when school was out for break. It had been a cruel twist of fate that Celia had found the incriminating letter in Ichabod's room the very day before she was to take her last exam, and ( Read more... )

Celia had slept from the moment she'd gotten home last night (thank you, Squall) until it was early afternoon today. And when she finally woke up, it was only enough to pad out to the common room, still half-asleep, for some water and an apple that she found before she meandered back into bed, only to wake up a couple hours later more permanently ( Read more... )