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“I can’t get on that stage.” Zoey shook her head. Her hand was wrapped around the neck of a guitar, and with wide, bright eyes, the look on her face could only be described as panic. She looked back up at her company. “No. No way. I mean, thanks and all that, but nuh-uh.”

“You know what’s weird about being twenty two? Nothing. Because it’s an two digits of the same number and it’s even.”

“Things I have done this week: not slept, had an episode in front of a random stranger, chased Gen’s dog around her house because it stole my good shoes. Missed my boyfriend. Things that I haven’t done this week: had a normalish day, read bought any books for this school year, gone clubbing, seen my boyfriend.”

“What about you?”

Even on a lock down, she couldn’t obey the rules. Sneaking out of Genevieve’s mansion with her bag and a pack of cigarettes, Zoey found herself back on campus. She had a scarf wrapped around her neck to cover the damage that had been done, even though it was almost hot enough to cook an egg on the bonnet of a car. She sat on the steps of the Beta Chi house, holding onto the pack — Treasurer, forty eight dollars per pack — with a blank expression on her face and her lips pressed together in a thoughtful pout.

More hallway sitting while she waited for a couple of friends. A few were still being seen to because they hadn’t been considered too much of a priority for the ER. Others had rooms of their own and some were at the clinic. After a couple of hours where the doctors waited for Zoey’s burns to heal over, she had been discharged and safely escorted back to campus. They’d passed the bar where everyone had been on the way, its neon lights flashed back at her as the car continued on its way and eventually they disappeared out of her vision.

About forty minutes later, Zoey was now sitting in one of the campus common rooms with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders and a slightly flashed expression on her face as she stared into the unlit fire. The TV was on in the background, but only served as white noise as she wasn’t paying any attention to what was playing on its screen. She could remember singing at the bar, being taken to hospital and ending up in shock for twenty minutes, and the doctors treating her injuries while someone held her. She couldn’t remember who.

The she wolf pulled her knees up to her chest, something that she had found herself doing rather a lot as of late. Her phone was turned off and set aside on the table, along with the TV remote and a bottle of orange juice that a professor has kindly bought for her. She felt like a child again, all wide-eyed and vulnerable. As the floorboards creaked loudly behind her, Zoey tensed, swallowing back a mouthful of saliva as her heart rate quickened in her chest. 

Her bones ached and her teeth felt out of place like they didn’t quite fit in her mouth right. She had broken a piece of furniture in the Amelia Hart common room. Their ornate coffee table — made of expensive wood that had clawed feet and was probably irreplaceable — was smashed to pieces with shards scattered across the floor and on the couch. But what was she staring at? Sitting on the table in that little coffee house, where just days ago she had gotten into a fight with Genevieve Knightly, Zoey was staring at her phone that just wouldn’t stop buzzing.

[ 1:24 PM ] You’re that girl from Sage’s Gaze, aren’t ya?
[ 1:25 PM ] Sweet nudes, by the way. Bad quality. Hope they don’t mean too much to you.

She looked over her screen again before shutting it down and pushing the device away. “God, just fuck off!”

“I’ve been looking into the whole ring thing.” Zoey said, striding into the library and placing a stack of research papers and notes onto the desk. She hardly ever did this sort of thing unless it had honest to God piqued her interest and let’s just say that this idea wasn’t likely to be leaving her mind anytime soon. “You usually have to pay, like, eight hundred something dollars for them, and not American money either. Canadian money. What kind of bullshit…” She trailed off, sliding the chair out beneath her and taking a seat, flicking through the pages before she brought out a printed map. “Anyway… There are some witches on the edge of town who are willing to take less money, and you can go through less Voodoo yoo-ha — I need you to take me.”

{ joseph-loupe }

Cont’d from Neatchat: “Oh, wah.” He found her hand and pulled it around his back. “You wanna get some food and watch the security try to catch them all?”

Zoey thought about it, watching the animals minding their own business around them as they found their way towards the greenest patch of grass. They had liberty and here they were only a couple of feet away from their pen. The darn things should have been lucky that it wasn’t near full moon yet or they’d have had quite a surprise on their hands. Feet? Hooves? Contemplating the correct word in her mind, she rubbed his back gently. “Sure. We’re playing innocent, right?”