sorrrrry this story is crappy because i'm in a rush.. included @twobytwo @the-clary-project :)
december | 18 | sunday |
hello lux in tenebris students! recently, some of the new freshmen lit members have been inducted into the society, and so, a lovely dinner will be held in the dining hall in honor of them. be sure to dress nice (it is cocktail attire) and someone came up with the lame rule that we must color coordinate ourselves with our houses. scientiae is green, negotiis is deep blue, anglicus is red, artificium is black, and historia is purple. of course, be sure to welcome the new lit members into your house and enjoy the evening.
I tapped my foot on the floor impatiently; my lips pressed against the lid of the Starbucks cup that seemingly never left my hand. A sales lady rushed past, her bony fingers flying over the racks as she looked through stacks of clothes to find what I was looking for.
“How about this?” she asked, pulling a hideous lavender concoction from a pile of frilly frippery.
She had a momentary disheartened look, but continued her quest. “So no lavender?”
“No, I’m not going for the cupcake look.”
The sales assistant gave a resigned sigh, and I noticed her eyes flick over my outfit again. She spent a few more minutes rummaging, before emerging with a bright but simple number.
“How about this? It matches your loafers.”
“I’ll try it.”
I followed her as she carried it to one of the large change rooms, giving her a thankful smile. It’s not like I’m rude, okay, I have manners and class. But she was being paid to find me a dress for this stupid colour coordination scheme LIT had going, and I wasn’t hesitant to remind her of that.
The curtain to the change room across from me opened, and Natasha stepped out in her flattering blue dress. Funnily enough, she was the only girl that was willing to come shopping with me at the last minute – everyone else said they had to study... or something lame like that.
“Looks good,” I said, nodding my approval. She twirled once, seeming pretty happy with it. I tried on my dress, too, and figuring I was too lazy to find anything else, charged it to Dad’s credit card. As always.
I linked my arm through Natasha’s as we walked from the boutique with our bags in hand. “Come on, girl, let’s go look at boots.”
“Nice dress,” Calypso noted, joining me in the Historia common room. “Is it new?”
I nodded. “Can you believe I didn’t have any purple dresses? I seriously need to take another look at my closet.”
“You could, but you’d probably get lost in there.”
“True,” I sighed. “I should get rid of some stuff. I’ll let you take some, if you want. Not that I think you’re poor or you need more clothes or anything – ”
“It’s fine,” she laughed. “Sure. I won’t say no.” Her eyes flicked around the common room, which was always cast with strange shadows when the sun began to set. “Is your boyfriend coming to pick you up?”
Reluctantly, I shook my head. “No, he went home to Boston for the weekend. I swear, he always has the worst timing.”
“And he didn’t take you? What poor form,” she teased.
I tossed my hair over my shoulder in an obvious proud gesture. “He wanted to, but I had to stay for my Historia girls, you know? I know his mother would have liked to see me, but I’m sure she understands.”
Calypso looked amused, but she didn’t respond, as we were immediately joined by the two other members of our house. I greeted Mia with a kiss on the cheek, as usual, gushing over her dress. Julia just gave me side eye, her face turned into a sour frown... also as usual.
The dining hall was about half full once we stepped inside, the eyes of every girl glancing towards us as we entered. That’s what it was always like here – every movement was judged, everything you did had the potential for a rumour, every friendship was based on what you could get out of it. As long as you knew that, you were okay. These freshmen – the one we were meant to be welcoming into a honoured society – would figure it out.
The Historia floor was silent as I straggled back, apparently later than some of the other girls in our division. I had to extend my hand to feel my way down the hall, having consumed maybe a little too much champagne for my own good. But eventually I came across my room, as I always did, and fumbled with the handle, before stumbling inside.
It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the dark, but I could immediately hear that something wasn’t right. A strange, unhuman sound was coming from... somewhere in the room, and it made my heart jump. The streaming moonlight was blocked by the branches of a tree outside my window, casting mostly pitch-black shadows through the room. The sound continued as I took a step inside, half terrified, half too sleepy to even consider leaving the room.
With as much care as I could muster, I crept towards the bed, and threw back my comforter, immediately finding the source of the sound. Buried under the covers was a teddy that the boyfriend had bought me when we first started dating, which played a song when you pressed the button on his hand. But it was so old now that the batteries had started to die, and the song was mostly an inaudible gargle.
Leaving my dress on the floor, I hugged the bear close to my chest, sinking down between the covers, but its eerie song never stopped, lulling me into a restless, champagne-induced sleep.