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Avril of Themyscira
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Aug 30, 2013 07:58PM

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Callie walked in the room, marveling as always at the gorgeous vaulted ceiling with the sky light, wishing she had known the architect. It was plain and white with little decoration, the cabinets and counters stark and clean, which nearly made her cringe and her bare toes curl. She strode to the fridge nevertheless, pulling her salad out and setting it on the counter as she scoured the drawers for a fork.
Crystal walked in, humming a Les Miserables song, since that was the musical they were studying in Drama this week, and she had it stuck in her head.
"Hey Vallie!" She waved with a smile, and plopped down at a seat and pulling out some extra credit assignments she needed to grade.
"Hey Vallie!" She waved with a smile, and plopped down at a seat and pulling out some extra credit assignments she needed to grade.

Crystal shrugged. she was new...not many people know her. They just barley added drama to the school anyway. She waved with a slight smile, and then left.
"Oh. Thank you" she replied, turning her head to smile at him as her hair bobbed. She opened the drawer and produced a fork, smiling triumphantly. She took a glass and filled it with water before finding the table nearest the open window, sitting down and inhaling the fresh air, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the sunlight. She sighed as she forked a large bite of salad and looked around the room, feeling all too new.

She looked up to him and found herself stupidly speechless, only able to manage a quiet giggle as she swallowed before taking a long sip of water. She looked back down. This is what he would want. He would want you to find someone else. She took a deep breath and looked back up to him. "I suppose so"

She couldn't help but roll her eyes, smirking. Shy? "I'm not shy. I just haven't been teaching so long, and this place is..." she motioned to the white barren room. "Not my place." she smiled, tucking her hair behind her ear

She gave a sickly sweet smile. Maybe she had been wrong about him, and he wasn't her type. She took her last bite of her lunch and stood then, brushing off her skirt with a rather stern face. "I already have a home off campus," she replied curtly, swallowing hard as she rinsed her dishes out in the sink, looking away from him and sighing. He seemed to be so confident, maybe too much so, she considered.

She made a thinking face as she twirled her hair around her finger. "It's an old house. We-I never sold it when I moved away. I really wish I could help more," she blushed as her eyes met his. "I'm terribly sorry"

She smiled, sweet and sorrowful as he said that, raising her left hand and rubbing her finger. "He was a Sargent in the war. He didn't make it back..." she trailed off a bit, yet her eyes lit on a butterfly in the garden and she perked back up a bit. "You?"