School RP (Closed 😬Stalkers welcome)

Lillian stepped out of the closet. She was laughing, "And we are freeeee."

She bit her lip in concentration, the flowing script never ceasing. She wasn't sure why she found her cursive so much better than her printing but it's what she'd been raised to write with.

“What are you writing?” He asked softly, hoping he wasn’t being a nuisance for asking.

"Well, it's a paper based off of the book we've been reading in class. I'm almost done, actually."

“Oh,” he nodded as if that answered everything he could ever wonder about and continued his drawing.

After about 5 more minutes, she dropped her pencil. "Finally. Done. That took way longer than it should have." She massaged her wrist, wincing in pain.

He barely noticed and continued drawing intently, hunched over it so no one could really see without more effort.

Lillian stepped out of the closet. She was laughing, "And we are freeeee."

“Dobbys a free elf!”

"I'm gonna go put this in my bag, I'll be right back." She grabbed her pencil and headed downstairs, her wrist still hurting like hell.

Lillian laughed cheerfully, “Let’s go see how they’re doing.”

His head snapped up and suddenly he was alone, he didn’t have an issue with that but he didn’t prefer it either.

She put her papers away, massaging her wrist. She sighed, this shit was going to kill her. But she brushed it off and headed back upstairs.

(Right, I'm exhausted and sleep is better than people so Imma go do that. Night guys!)

(Night!)

(Morning!)

(Morning)

(I get like thirty more minutes of downtime than usual!)

(I finally caught a break! My attention us being pulled in about 10 different directions.)

(Oooof)

(Oof)

She put her papers away, massaging her wrist. She sighed, this shit was going to kill her. But she brushed it off and headed back upstairs.

He tapped his pencil on the paper rhythmically to fill the silence.

(Wheeeee)

She put her papers away, massaging her wrist. She sighed, this shit was going to kill her. But she brushed it off and headed back upstairs.

He tapped his pencil on the paper rhythmically to fill the silence.

She sat back down next to him. "Do you mind if I put on a little music? The silence is starting to get to my head."

Lillian laughed cheerfully, “Let’s go see how they’re doing.”

Darren nodded and headed for the door.

She put her papers away, massaging her wrist. She sighed, this shit was going to kill her. But she brushed it off and headed back upstairs.

He tapped his pencil on the paper rhythmically to fill the silence.

She sat back down next to him. "Do you mind if I put on a little music? The silence is starting to get to my head."

“I do not like music,” an outrage, someone who didn’t like music? “What kind of music?” He asked after some careful consideration.

"Well what music do you enjoy?" She wanted to be accommodating but the silence was awkward.

“I do not like music,” he repeated, “What kind of music do you enjoy?”

"Hmm, well, I like musicals so I rather enjoy listening to the soundtracks that go with them."

Lillian laughed cheerfully, “Let’s go see how they’re doing.”

Darren nodded and headed for the door.

Lillian followed him out. She was smiling.

"Hmm, well, I like musicals so I rather enjoy listening to the soundtracks that go with them."

He nodded, “My mind does not care if you put music on,”

Okay…creepy… "Alright." She clicked on DEH quietly and hummed along with the words.