Post by • PANIC! At The Disco! • on Mar 8, 2009 19:00:58 GMT -5
"Oh, of course, Mr Buraian," said a beaming Ashurii. She took the paper from him and turned out the door. "Thank you!" she chimed, the extra credit paper tucked neatly in her book. As soon as she turned through the doorway, she took the paper and crumpled it up before throwing it into the nearest trash can. "Idiot," she muttered under her breath.
Her black hair swished around her as she turned the corner and her pale brown eyes surveyed the hallway. She quickly took in the busy atmosphere and stood up a little straighter. Ashurii was a good liar. If she didn't want people to know something - they wouldn't know. It was as simple as that. She was extremely good at keeping up a facade. The prefect finally turned another corner and into the old classroom. This room had taught some class that nobody cared about and eventually they took it away and fired the teacher. The school hadn't been able to think of a use for it, so Ashurii decided to use it like a little 'clubhouse' or hangout for she and her sister, and soon it would play part as headquarters for her followers.
It was then she saw a solitary figure sitting by the window, gazing dreamily out of it. Arekkusa turned to look at her sister and nodded in greeting before turning to her homework. "Why don't you do something productive?" scoffed Ashurii, noticing this. She waved her wrist once behind her, locking the door. Then she blinked once in the direction of the corner and a hanging chair materialized out of thin air. She gratefully sunk into it, her legs tired. "It is productive," murmured Arekkusa, who focused more on her schoolwork than Ashurii did. "Just because you don't care about your education doesn't mean I don't." "Well, it's not like we'll graduate. We always move after a few years, don't we? It's not like we're ever here long enough to graduate." Arekkusa simply shrugged and went back to her work while Ashurii began making a pencil hover up and down, guiding it with her finger.
