Room 407, Tuesday afternoon
Angelica had been a little surprised, but very grateful, that she'd found she still had a room and had been assigned classes for the summer session. It was almost as if they knew she'd be coming back.
After a stop by the office, she headed to her room and flopped down on her bed, resolving to unpack later. It was such a relief to be back in Fandom. No Hellions bullying her, no Emma trying to make her into an assassin, and she was free to be herself.
[Open, but warning for probable slowness because I have no brain. It has been eaten by flowers.]
After a stop by the office, she headed to her room and flopped down on her bed, resolving to unpack later. It was such a relief to be back in Fandom. No Hellions bullying her, no Emma trying to make her into an assassin, and she was free to be herself.
[Open, but warning for probable slowness because I have no brain. It has been eaten by flowers.]