We're Okay

[Sinia Bisbrown]

Saturday - November 1st
Dorm 610 - 7:00pm

On the very top floor, at the very end of the hallway in Ketteridge hall, Efrosinia Bisbrown laid on her bed, staring at the ceiling above her. A wave of her wand turned off the lights in the room, and another brought them back, then dimmed them, then brought them back again. This had been going on for maybe an hour. Maybe two. She wasn't keeping track.

Finishing off her evening class --an extra charms class that took up most of her night-- Sinia had found herself quite alone. She had wandered for the good part of an hour, searching for the one person that really mattered to her, but when he didn't turn up her feet walked her back to her dorm. There she dropped her bag with a defeated sigh, ignored any homework that needed to be done and fell back onto her bed, dress, shoes and all. She laid for a bit, her mind lost in a world without Crevan before finally pulling out her wand.

She flicked her wand and turned the lights on bright enough to sting her eyes. She didn't blink.

[Karoliina Vadelma]

Karoliina did not have such interesting nights. No. She went to a more advanced potions class, then went back to her dorm. Sometimes she'd detour. Sometimes she wouldn't. Today, there was no detour. She didn't have anything she needed to do. So she just headed back.

Blonde hair a relative mess down her back, eyeliner smudged to hell around her eyes, she made her way down the hall and back to her dorm. Not once stopping to adjust her dark skirt, which had chosen to start hiking itself up as she walked. Boys could eat their hearts out for all she fucking cared.

Into the room, she dropped her book bag next to her bed, trying to ignore the annoying lights and the white russian on the bed opposite hers. To no avail.

"Mind dimming the lights." Her voice was relatively devoid of emotion, just enough in their to prove she wasn't emotionless.

[Sinia Bisbrown]

The light burned in her eyes but she left it be, not a single thought to the health of her cornias going through her mind. Things were getting blurry but she could still see the light, burning bright. By the time her roommate arrived she had begun chuckling softly at the pain, counting the spots before her eyes.

She heard Karoliina, registering her words without looking over. She was too busy for her, getting her mind off her lack of love. Dim the lights? She supposed she could do that, though. She flicked her wand hard, overdramatically and calling for the lights to go out completely. Once the room was dark there was a pause, shortly followed by a laugh that could curl any witch's toes. Sinia curled, cackling herself silly.

[Karoliina Vadelma]

Sinia. What form of inbreeding lead to someone so messed? First cousins marrying, followed by siblings, followed by parent and child. Or something like that, Karoliina was sure. She couldn't tell if it was good or bad being her room mate. Maybe it gave her some sort of amnesty. Or it brought her to the girls attention. Whatever it was, though, there was no way out of it now.

The white russian cackled, the lights going out, and Karo frowned slightly. A moment later she pulled her wand out with a sigh, and brought the lights back. Apparently Sinia was in a mood. Wonderful.

[Sinia Bisbrown]

As far as Sinia knew there was no imbreeding in her family but then, there was no way to be sure. Her birth father hadn't been any real prize. He smacked her mom around a bit and tended to be in and out of work but Sinia had never heard anything about them already being related. Her mother had a lot of siblings... Did that mean anything? And her step-daddy? There were words of deatheaters but never any incest. Not that Sinia knew. In the end Sinia wasn't normal, but it may not have been her parents fault. Maybe.

When the lights came back on, Sinia finished with a giggle and sat up, perched on the side of her bed. She tucked the heels of her shoes just under the edge of her matress to prop her legs up --and maybe give Karoliina a better few of her cute red thong than she needed--, resting her carefully inked arms on top. After a moment of watching the blonde, she finally spoke, slightly lower voice thick with a Russian accent she was failing to lose. Her tone matched the pout that had found its way to her face. "No fun."

[Karoliina Vadelma]

Her stepfathers origins were of no importance. He was not her biological father, therefore he didn't matter at all.

"I cannot see in the dark, Sinia." She pursed her lips for a moment before grabbing her bag to pull out a book. Homework would probably be a good idea. Just get it out of the way. Then she could worry about less important things. More fun things.

No, she didn't bother looking over at the girl. She could already tell she'd see more than she wanted. That's, apparently, how things worked. "Shouldn't you be out getting mouth fucked?"

[Sinia Bisbrown]

...he did so matter!

The pout stayed in place for another moment or two before shifting to a half-hearted frown. She hissed through her teeth before flopping back onto her bed again, a little harder than necesary. As usual Sinia's mood had shifted away as quickly as it had come, chuckling to herself and reaching out for the spots still in her eyes. Across the room she could hear Karo shifting about for her homework and asumed it meant she was done with her. She would bother her in a bit.

...

Her arms dropped to the bed, laying out to her sides. She should have been offended but in response to Karoliina's crude question she simply sighed again. The light was no longer amusing enough to remind her that she couldn't find Crevan.

"I do not find him..."

[Karoliina Vadelma]

No, he really didn't matter.

Karo took a seat on her bed, legs crossed and not caring one bit what her roomie thought, with her book opened on her knee. She halfheartedly rummaged through her bag for some writing utensils and got to work. Only barely paying attention to the girl across from her.

Of course. She didn't care what Karo said. Why should she? It was true. If she was a virgin, then it might be different. But she certainly wasn't.

"Maybe you should look harder."

[Sinia Bisbrown]

Why would Sinia be offended by that? Getting 'mouth fucked', though rude, was a fairly good representation of what she would have rather been doing at that moment. Of course Karoliina meant with Crevan. Who else would she be with? Well, besides someone Crevan wanted her to be with.

As for the insiuation that she didn't try hard enough? Sinia quickly sat up, sending her a glare that greatly rivaled the insanity of her laughter, and would have reminded anyone who forgot just how many wires were loose in her pretty little head.

[Karoliina Vadelma]

Face fucked was the real term she was going for. But she didn't quite think of it at the time. Either way, her tonsils were getting a thorough beating.

It didn't scare her when Sinia made that face, or did those things. She knew if Sinia was angered, all she had to do was backtrack. Or change the subject.

"Does he have class?"

[Sinia Bisbrown]

Crevan could rip her tonsils out for all she cared.

Sinia didn't care at all for the idea that Karoliina would think she hadn't tried as hard as she could for her Crevan. She couldn't find him which meant he was busy. If he was busy he didn't want to be found and when he did want her he would come or call her to him. She didn't just slack off and come here. Did she really seem like the kind of girl who just layed around and played with the lights for fun? ...Well.

Karoliina spoke again and, as she had expected, Sinia blinked away the glare. She sighed, shaking her head and hooking her heels up again to lazily rest her arms on her knees. She shook her head. "Not Saturday."

[Karoliina Vadelma]

Sinia was...predictable in her randomness. If she did something unexpected, then you had to worry. But by then it would be too late, so what did it matter?

She shrugged, chewing on the end of her quill. People had classes all the time. Not her job to know when Crevan took classes. Though by now you'd think she'd understand when Sinia was gone. She just tried to enjoy it, not think about it.

"Maybe he's looking for you looking for him."

[Sinia Bisbrown]

Sinia wouldn't know what that meant. Too late? What was Karoliina afraid she was going to smother her in her sleep? Why would she do that? Karoliina was her friend.

When her words hit her she paused, not realizing she had been rocking a bit on the edge of her bed. Crevan? Looking for her? She wouldn't want that...

"But... he would know I am here."

[Karoliina Vadelma]

Karoliina wasn't afraid that Sinia would do anything. But she wouldn't put it past her. She would put nothing past her. Otherwise she might have been in trouble.

"He might think you're searching for him."

Maybe if she said it enough, then Sinia would believe it.

[Sinia Bisbrown]

She hadn't quite begun to believe her, though she was starting to get confused. Sinia was a simple person with simple wants and needs. Usually it was Crevan and a good hard fuck over a desk. It usually meant it was hard for her to follow along with clever people like Karoliina and Crevan.

"But... I was searching... and I did not... he would know I was here. He always knows I am here."