Isadora looked around the diamond house common room. The place was stocked with everything she needed for a productive evening of writing a paper, and was otherwise empty, excluding a boy playing Fortnite on one of the numerous flat screen television screens. Settling into a comfy armchair to type up her 3,500 essay assigned by her introduction to philosophy professor, Isa let out a small, annoyed huff. The prompt had been simple, deontology versus utilitarianism, but Isadora had been stuck in a rut since she typed her 2,099th word. Sighing a bit, she took a sip from the travel mug she had filled with coffee from the dining hall.
Rosaline breezed into the common room with perfectly paced steps and a calm visage. Despite her tepid exterior, she was continually telling herself that all would be well and that now she was in the common room there would be far fewer people. After years of living within the walls of her family manor, she still needed to adjust to being surrounded by people all day every day. It wasn't until she was in the centre of the room that she finally felt more comfortable and was mentally prepared to take in her surroundings.Rosaline placed her purse down on a desk as she looked around the room. It was nearly empty, she had expected to see more people, however, she was admittedly relieved by the fact it was not crowded. There was a boy who was playing some sort of video game, one Rosaline did not care to play or really even hear about. On the other hand, there was a younger girl seemed annoyed with her work. From what Rosaline knew, helping others was an effective means with which to befriend someone and part of the reason she was attending Vanderbilt was to meet people she could actually call friends.Rosaline approached quietly, putting a kind smile on her face, the very same one that she would use when in public with her father. She tapped her lightly on the shoulder to get her attention. "Would you like some assistance?" She asked, not knowing what she as offering to help with in the first place?
Isadora jerked around, ready to yelp. When she saw a friendly visage staring down at her, she relaxed a bit. “No thank you.” She replied a bit curtly, before realizing that this stranger was probably smarter than her and friendly to boot. “Actually,” Isa admitted, “I’m stuck on this essay.” It made Isa feel ashamed a bit: how could she get into the best school in the world and already have trouble with homework on her first day? Reluctantly, Isadora reminded herself she was going to get over being shy and worrying about everything, and turn into the extroverted person she wanted to become.
Rosaline had instinctively drawn back her hand not wanting to accidentally get hit. Upon initially being turned down her smile briefly faltered, but Rosaline composed herself rather swiftly. She was about to apologise when Isadora spoke up and admitted her difficulties. Rosaline leaned in a little closer assuming that the other girl would not mind. She couldn't help but to wish it was something with numbers, she found mathematics far easier than essay writing, but she supposed she could lend at least lend a hand. As she looked at what was already written she couldn't help but notice it was well done, considering the fact that the other girl looked somewhat younger it seemed more than sufficient quality wise so she wasn't sure why she needed help. "What exactly is the issue?" She asked curiously, wondering what could be holding her back in regards to the essay.
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