Blake lit the candle beside her bed. The yellow glow of flames floated dreamily across the room, drifting with the small light as it moved. She slid from her bed, lightly brushing away specks of sleep-dust from around her eyes.
A fierce yawn forced its way through her throat, emerging silently through her jaws like the muted roar of a lioness as she stretched her taut muscles. Blake shivered, sliding the brass candle-holder from her nightstand as she stood. Another knock came at her door. She slid forward through the near darkness, navigating with ease despite the less-than-adequate lighting.
The deadbolt slid smoothly from the lock beneath her fingers, and she pulled the door ajar.
"Hey Blake!" came Yang's bubbly voice without surprise. "What's with the candle?"
Blake blinked. "It makes light." She said flatly.
"So do these!" Yang grinned, flicking on the flashlights she'd hidden behind her back and shining them in Blake's face. Blake's expression stayed unmoving. She blinked slowly again, raising one eyebrow. Yang switched the lights off again.
As the blue ghosts of light faded from Blake's eyes, she noticed the balaclava draped like a beanie over the top of Yang's head.
She smirked, leaning against the doorframe and folding her arms. "Alright, fine. What're the flashlights and balaclavas for?" She asked.
"We're going to sneak..." Yang said, hushing her voice and cupping the back of Blake's head to pull her closer. "We're going to sneak," she repeated "...into the restricted area..." She paused, turning to look behind her. She slowly turned her head back to Blake, baring her teeth in a ridiculous attempt at a spooky grin. Yang flicked a flashlight on, illuminating her face from below. "...of the library!" She declared dramatically, throwing an arm dramatically in the air to point Eastward.
Of course, the library was in the West wing.
Blake smiled, stifling a laugh. "Uh Yang?" She grabbed Yang's flashlight, pulling it so it illuminated her own face as she mimicked Yang's horror-film expression. "There is no restricted section!" she said, forcing a deep, gravelly voice and widening her eyes menacingly. She flicked the flashlight off, returning to her normal expression and voice.
"Maybe that's just what they want you to think." Yang said.
"I'm fairly sure schools don't have off-limits libraries."
"Well hey, at least I'm thinking of ideas here."
Blake pursed her lips, thinking for a moment. Yang mimicked her, pulling a clump of hair around beneath her nose and stroking it like a false beard with a furrowed expression of deep thought. Blake rolled her eyes and kicked Yang in the shins gently.
"Well if you don't wanna go to the library," Yang said. A mischievous grin spread across her face as her pretend beard fell away. "We could just make out?"
Blake shrugged, nudging the door open wider with one foot. Yang grinned, flicking on her flashlight as she moved into the room and hopping around like an archaeological explorer.
With a quick glance down the empty hallway, Blake turned back to her bed, and slid the door shut in silence.