Tia sprinted up the stairs to the dormitory, her long, black, feather-filled hair streaming out behind her. She loved running, it was as close to flying as you could get without leaving the ground.
She skidded to a halt and threw open the door before bouncing into her room. Mac was already there, sprawled out doing homework, and Tia could help but grin.
"You can't resolve a circadian multiplier by convergence, which means you need to try the divergence tests, so lemme go back to p. 342--" Mac mumbled to herself, barely registering that the door had opened. "Ahhh no! Antarchian factoring! I bloody hate Antarchian factoring!" she exclaimed, finding that the method she needed to use was one she detested.
"Argh!!" Mac cried in surprise, her homework and quills flying everywhere, her ink luckily safely capped on her nightstand. "You old nutter!" she exclaimed. "What'd you go and do that for?"
Mac smiled and absently brushed Tia's hair out of her face. "I'm glad, Tia. I'm glad you had someone at home with you who got you." She didn't need to add not many do.
"Well, seeing as I didn't have you around, I guess Ivan was the next best thing." She reached out and bopped Mac lightly on the nose with a cheeky grin.
"Pining nothing! I spent four months itching like mad and trying not to go spare with just my Mum and Gwen for company!" She sighed dramatically and flopped backwards. "Torture has new meaning for me. Fathom it, my Mum bought me clothing! And she kept hiding all my hats..."
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She skidded to a halt and threw open the door before bouncing into her room. Mac was already there, sprawled out doing homework, and Tia could help but grin.
"Hi honey! I'm home!"
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"Cannon ball!" Tia launched herself at Macs bed.
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