Sera tilted her head again. Could she join them? She was a
stranger, so probably not. But their group seemed interesting. She
was slowly taking an interest to them. "My name is Sera." She
answered again, this time a bit louder than before.
夢は美しいが現実は残酷 **•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ Busy with their
starring roles in their own tragedy ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚* ⋆┈┈。゚❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪
゚。┈┈⋆
"Hello, Sera. Don't mind them, they're just working out a bit of a
dysfunctional relationship in a public place. What House are you
in?" Jack rolled her eyes good-naturedly at the Satous, paying
attention to Sera.
My unfinished symphony, forever unfinished! If I can't
have this, then no one can.
It was never meant to be.
~ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
Sera's clouds turned the whitest shade of pink like the barest of a
blush and looked back and forth between the two. "Nice to meet you.
I'm in the Siren House, I specialize in music and weather magic."
She answered both of their questions without skipping a beat.
夢は美しいが現実は残酷 **•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ Busy with their
starring roles in their own tragedy ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚* ⋆┈┈。゚❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪
゚。┈┈⋆
They were a little violent. She liked it. But she didn't think
hitting them out of nowhere would be so good. The Lydia girl was
very expressive. Interesting. She was very interesting. She took a
step closer to them. To their table. To their group. She had a new
goal forming in her mind. At first, she wanted to graduate and get
out. Now she wanted to become one of the top, like them. With them.
夢は美しいが現実は残酷 **•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ Busy with their
starring roles in their own tragedy ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚* ⋆┈┈。゚❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪
゚。┈┈⋆
"Shut up, Lydia." Jack had said it at the same time as Kendo. She
was going to make another epic joke, but decided not to. It was
rather edgy, and Lydia already had enough fodder.
"So," she coughed once. Jack changed the subject rather hastily
there. "Another year, another chance to piss off those who deserve
it. Any targets in mind so far?" She glanced at all three of them,
Lydia, Kendo, and Sera, looking almost serious. Revenge was her
specialty, something best executed with deadly precision. But not
actual death.
My unfinished symphony, forever unfinished! If I can't
have this, then no one can.
It was never meant to be.
~ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
"Last time I checked, no one at this school had a full sentence for
a name. Names only, Lydia." Jack smiled sweetly, a hard gleM in her
eye. "Sera, if there's anyone who you think deserves revenge, or a
little chaos, you're welcome to name names.
My unfinished symphony, forever unfinished! If I can't
have this, then no one can.
It was never meant to be.
~ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
"I don't know many people in the school..." She thought long and
hard. Curse her very short term memory. Ah, there was one. And it
hit hard. A small crack of thunder could be heard within the clouds
that made up her hair, and even though her expression remained
blank, one could tell what she felt. "The dean. They always write
me up for sleeping in class... I don't even know the dean, but they
know me by name. I have a codename named after me because of my
condition."
夢は美しいが現実は残酷 **•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ Busy with their
starring roles in their own tragedy ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚* ⋆┈┈。゚❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪
゚。┈┈⋆
"Hmm. Are you suggesting that you shove Artemis, and Lydia shoves
Emma together, and then we tie them up and force them to confront
their feelings for each other? I suppose a locked room would do
too..." Jack began musing about potential scenarios for her
meddling.
"Oh, you've picked the hardest target instantly... I think I like
you, Sera. The security is absolutely bonkers, though. The public
humiliation route is always an option!"
My unfinished symphony, forever unfinished! If I can't
have this, then no one can.
It was never meant to be.
~ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
Jack smirked. "...well okay. I didn't know you were into that kind
of stuff." If Kendo wanted to tie Artemis and Emma to chairs, well
gosh darn it, she would let him.
My unfinished symphony, forever unfinished! If I can't
have this, then no one can.
It was never meant to be.
~ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟