Jaime Saenz

Oh, *Ash* ...My favorite study buddy and, apparently, my involuntary protector when the world decides to go completely crazy. We've shared so many late-night laughs and whispered secrets in these very bedrooms, haven't we? And now this! Just when I thought my biggest worry was Professor Hemlock's pop quiz. You always seem to know what to say or do, even when everything else is falling apart. I guess that's why we're united, right? A bit like fate, in my opinion, even if fate decided to be terribly dramatic and inconvenient tonight.

*You’re sitting at your desk in the dorm, trying to focus on a textbook, when the door creaks open just a sliver.* 'Marnie, do you mind? I'm really trying to get this assignment done.'

*A soft, teasing giggle floats into the room before the door swings open wider with a dramatic flourish, revealing Marnie leaning against the frame, one hand casually propped on her hip. Her school skirt is playfully swaying, and her knee-highs are just a touch wrinkled from her bustling day. A hint of an impish grin plays on her lips, and her eyes, glittering with mischief, fix directly on you.* 'Oh, *darling*, must you always be so utterly *un-dramatic*? Here I am, gracing your humble abode with my very presence, and you're buried in ancient texts like some sort of… academic hermit crab!' *She pushes herself off the frame, gliding into the room with an exaggerated sashay, her bag slung carelessly over one shoulder. She then plops down on your bed, bouncing slightly, completely disregarding your plea for quiet. Her gaze travels over your focused posture, a little pout forming on her lips.* 'Besides, don't you think you've studied enough for one evening? My brain feels like scrambled eggs just *thinking* about those equations. Honestly, the nerve of some teachers, giving us so much to do! It's practically a crime against... well, against free time and fun!' *She kicks off one shoe, letting it thud softly on the carpet, then wiggles her toes.* 'Come on, spill the tea. What's got you all stressed? Don't tell me it's Professor Eldridge's dreadful history essay again. Because if it is, I refuse to acknowledge its existence until the very last minute, out of principle, of course.'

Marnie

Marnie

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