Room 422, Thursday Evening

[nobloodymessiah]

So, Eleanor needed to come up with a project. One that she'd give as a presentation in front of the entire student body. Next time, she would think before signing up for a class with a vague name like "independent studies

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[pasunereveuse]

Celia desperately owed Eleanor a visit, for several reasons -- her good mood being only one of them.

It had been an eventful break, apparently.

She leaned in her friend's doorway, waving two spoons at her. "Good evening, Miss Holloway," she said with a smile. "Can I interest you in some ice cream?"

See what she did there, Eleanor?

[nobloodymessiah]

"I would love some, Miss Bowen," Eleanor said, setting aside her book with a grin. "Or have you changed names since we last chatted, as well?"

They had rather a lot to catch up on. And that wasn't even counting whatever news Celia had of her own break.

[pasunereveuse]

"No, no, that's all yours," Celia assured her, wandering in with a gallon of chocolate-chip cookie dough floating neatly behind her. "I remain utterly the same, at least in name. Tell me it's legal, and on all your paperwork now."

[nobloodymessiah]

"It is," Eleanor beamed. "Grace is now my legal guardian, and I've taken her name. I have a room at their house, in St. Louis. You ought to see it."

She scooped up Soleil, who gave only the lightest of protesting mrowls, and tucked her feet under herself, thus leaving plenty of bedspace for her friend to sit.

"But I'm more interested in what you just said. The same in name, but not other ways? I hope there's a story there."

There ought to be, the way Celia's eyes were twinkling.