Origin Story
"What cha doin', Vee?" Willow squatted down in front of her friend who appeared to be running her forehead along the floor.
"I'm dragging my head along concrete, cuz I'm hoping it will scrape off any ideas in my brain."
"Ah, you're in a block." She tapped her chin thought. "It's too bad we don't have a group of students with similar interests who understand our problems and we could bounce ideas off of until we come to solution."
"But what would we call such a hypothetical organization?" Vanessa asked, her forehead still to the floor.
"Hmm..."
Vanessa slowly set the parchment down on the table and looked up at her professor, frowning. "That's not funny, Sir."
"I happen to disagree. I find it hilarious."
"That's not even how it happened.," she muttered sullenly.
"It's called 'Artistic License.' Deal with it."