Post by Felicia Blackwood on Aug 6, 2014 1:19:30 GMT -5
Felicia yawned slightly as she glanced at her watch. 3:30pm. Classes were done for the day and she was not responsible for rounds that night, praise whatever being was in the sky. Her last rounds with Ivy and DeGrandpe had been horrendous and she had made a note to ask Miss Monroe to go out on rounds with Mr. Galloway and Ms. Armstrong next time. Of course, she would probably have to play “hide-and-go-seek” with the latter of the two, or, at least, so she had heard. Apparently, Mr. Ryder, a member of Oliver Grey’s Team B, had seen the former team C commander trying to find Autumn for rounds and was puzzled by the sight. Of course, Mister Grey could have just been joking around with her, since she was a new prefect and commander. Initiation pranks were alway pulled with new students; she could almost guarantee it. She rolled her ruby red eyes, pulling on the collar of her blazer to make it straight while walking toward the student lounge. She supposed making a stop in the prefect lounge was not a bad idea; it would be a quiet place to get away and read.
She pressed the buttons on the vending machine in the student lounge rapidly, but in the correct order. The machine gave a soft buzz and creaked, moving aside slightly to reveal an opening in the wall. The tall young woman looked around before stepping through the opening while draping her long, silvery locks over her right shoulder. There was another creaking noise, and the machine slammed behind her. She jumped slightly, but continued through the dimly lit passage before entering a room with bright lights. She shielded her eyes a little as she walked in, looking around. There was practically no one there and relief spread through her. If she had to deal with Ivy one more time, she was going to blow a gasket. She had nearly pelted her with stones from the courtyard ground when she had made such a big stink about going rounds with Louis, with whom she seemed to have some odd connection. Of course, she did not really care how her subordinates felt about each other; as long as they did not murder each other on her watch, she did not care. She looked around before sitting down in a chair to open her schoolbag. She pulled out a book to read, leafing idly through the pages while tucking earbuds into her ears. The young woman saw movement in her peripheral vision and looked up, giving a polite smile.