Post by Adelle O'Connor on Apr 5, 2010 17:51:12 GMT -6
Adelle wandered along the deserted corridor as a candle flickered dramatically above her, lugging a heavy cauldron stuffed with Potions books from the restricted section of the library and an assortment of ingredients she'd stolen from the dungeons. She'd been dying to try out some hardcore dangerous Potions, and something about working alone in the depths of the castle appealed to her. It was all very... Frankenstein. Plus, she'd finally be freed from the utter idiocy of her longtime Potions partner, who she still hadn't forgiven for burning her arm that one time.
Leaning her back against a door to push it open, Adelle's breath caught quickly in her throat when she realised it was already occupied, and by Rachael Fucking Beckett, of all people. The only popular girl who was ever halfway nice to her. Adelle was, by her own admission, a harsh and unfriendly person, and she didn't like a lot of people, but there was just something about Rachael...
Steeling up what tiny amount of confidence she had, Adelle set her cauldron on a table and leaned her hip against Rachael's desk. She silently picked up one of the little pink boxes and shook it as if she were trying to figure out what was inside. "You killed a dude.... chopped him up into pieces... and are mailing them to his friends and family? I'm just saying... you're dark, Rachael Beckett, I can feel it," Adelle joked in a low, quiet voice with the smallest of smiles to show that she was just kidding. She set the box in its place on the desk, still fiddling anxiously with the curly yellow ribbon on top.
Leaning her back against a door to push it open, Adelle's breath caught quickly in her throat when she realised it was already occupied, and by Rachael Fucking Beckett, of all people. The only popular girl who was ever halfway nice to her. Adelle was, by her own admission, a harsh and unfriendly person, and she didn't like a lot of people, but there was just something about Rachael...
Steeling up what tiny amount of confidence she had, Adelle set her cauldron on a table and leaned her hip against Rachael's desk. She silently picked up one of the little pink boxes and shook it as if she were trying to figure out what was inside. "You killed a dude.... chopped him up into pieces... and are mailing them to his friends and family? I'm just saying... you're dark, Rachael Beckett, I can feel it," Adelle joked in a low, quiet voice with the smallest of smiles to show that she was just kidding. She set the box in its place on the desk, still fiddling anxiously with the curly yellow ribbon on top.
