She didn't look back after leaving the lecture hall. It wasn't worth her time to argue or try and make friends on the first day of her last year. She wanted to get it over with, and she wasn't going to do it without a little 'flare' of her own. She shifted her shoulders the pack between the blades irritating, keeping illusions up was irritating and frustrating not to mention tedious.
She hopped onto the bus that went between the dorms, not wanting to walk. She peered out of the window watching the happy faces in the fields. Some students who were done with classes for the day were playing football, others were practicing various arts. She rested her head against the glass with a heavy sigh. It was going to be a long year. It was always the same things, nothing here changed.
She got off at her dorm, ignoring the frat boys who jeered. As she headed to the door she felt something hit her in the back. She paused one hand lowering her sunglasses as she turned one foot catching the football under her heel before it could roll away. Her eyes located the group that had tossed it and she scowled at them. They laughed some giving each other high fives. She toyed with the idea of crushing the ball under her heel, but she thought better of it. These were her dorm mates, she had to play nice with them until they realized who was boss.
Instead of going with her first instinct she bent low, making sure to let them see that she had curves in all the places they'd like in the process. Her fingers grabbed the football, lining up in the lacing as if it was second nature, but they weren't close enough to see this fact. Her free hand nudged her glasses back up her nose to shade her eyes, before her hand went to her hip. She held the ball up for them to see before faking a pout.
"Did somebody lose this?" She called to them, pretending she had no idea that it had been on purpose. She waited as one of the guys moved forward before she moved quickly taking aim at his head. The movement may have been lost by some of the less unnatural students, but she heard some murmur as the ball left her fingers to bounce of the middle of the frat brothers forehead. He fell backwards, laid out in the grass in a surprised daze, the ball rolling into the grass about five feet from him.
She put her hands to her face, faking a gasp. "Oops!" She giggled a bit, just for show, then turned heading into the dorms large building. She figured she wouldn't have to worry about that handful of boys bothering her in the future. It only takes a bit of a blow to their ego's to get them to keep their distance. She mused as she walked through the corridor down to her room that it might be a long year if she was wrong.
She slid her card key to get into her room, once inside she dropped her backpack onto the floor and leaned back against the door. She slid down along the wooden panel heaving a slight sigh of relief as she sat on her heels against the locked door. This was her space. She didn't have to prove anything here, didn't have to worry about where she stood. There was no one to scold her for being her. She was safe. After taking a few moments to get herself back together she looked around the cork and concrete room. It was going to take some work to make it her own.
Sifting through the boxes in her room Seshat was annoyed. She hadn't wanted to actually come back to school this semester. In her opinion there was nothing more they could teach her that might better prepare her for what the professors called "the real world." In fact she had found that merely observing and using small nudges, kept her from having to cast anything truly draining at all. But her parents insisted that she needed that paper if she was going to work in the field, so here she was.
She picked up a couple of poster rolls, looking inside before tugging a map out of one. She unrolled it carefully, amber eyes roving over the land of Erin. Someday she figured to go there. It was of course one of the busiest places when it came to the fae. Not to mention the numerous gates into the faerie lands. She grabbed a few thumbtacks off her desk and pinned the poster above it.
Dream it, do it. That's what gram had always said. She knew it wasn't normal to want to come to college to be a fairy godmother. But it was a dream, it was something to do. And it meant being out of the mountains and forests and where the people are. People are such fascinating things with their odd sense of what to believe and ignore.
Hearing a rap at her door she glanced at the clock, wondering who it might be. But hearing the names said she remembered the assignment in class. She sighed slightly her shoulders rolling, wishing she could let some of the illusion down but knowing it could be more trouble than good. She grabbed her sunglasses from her desk perching them on the end of her nose.
She moved curling her fingers around the doorknob as her other hand hit the unlock button. She opened the door slightly, looking at the beige brown haired girl on the other side of the opening. A slight smile curled the edges of her lips. "Miss Proxi?" She nodded slightly before stepping back and opening the door, her free hand motioning for her to come in. "Welcome to my domain."
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