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 Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 9:17 am
"So it would seem," he said solemnly. "I've heard they've turned to the baking students at Sovereign for extra pastries for the ball." On the one hand, it was silently sorrowful to know that people actually did fear the Negaverse when all that the organization wanted was to free them from the tyranny of the Lunars. On the other, he liked being feared. It was much more appealing than being thought of as a...
Well, as a doormat. Which he supposed he was, after a fashion.
He tipped his head at her preoccupation, and was pleased to hear she had been listening to him. "Sovereign," he said, "moving over to DCU, though, after this semester's end. Pre-medical, and all. What about you, Vera?" Her name had a lovely sound; it was a comfortable name to say, just rolled off the tongue, really...
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 9:25 am
There was a bit of feet shuffling before she answered. "I'm a senior at Meadowview," she finally replied, trying not to be too embarrassed. If only she'd been able to graduate early! But the Barren Pines debacle had set her back, and so she was still a senior on track to graduate in the spring.
"Are you going to the ball?" Vera asked, trying to change the topic. "I haven't decided on my costume yet." That is to say, Janice hadn't made up her mind as to what the pair of them would be going as, but he didn't need to know that. "But it would be nice to see you again."
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 11:29 am
A senior at Meadowview? Paul, for a moment, was conflicted. Practically, he'd been out of that school for two years; he was pretty sure senior age was a bit under the "creepy" range for a nineteen-year-old. But when two years was just a twentieth of your life, that wasn't comparatively a long time... So he brushed it off for now, to be considered later. "Really? My alma mater. Is the gym fire door still broke?..."
"I'm thinking of it," he said, smiling. "But almost certainly, since you're going--"
Out of nowhere, one of the girls from his study group appeared, her face white. "I can't remember the symbolism of the color purple in the Aeneid," she said, grabbing his arm. "Come on!"
He barely had time to get off a goodbye before the girl dragged him away.
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