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Weiss stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in an over-sized white towel. Her eyes fixated on the floor, reflecting on her earlier conversation with Yang. "There's no way she can afford my shampoo. I'll just send her a text telling her to get coffee." She stepped further into the room to see that she had indeed tidy her bed. However, there was one thing that caught her eye.
Throughout the room, there were beds for each tenant. Yang had a waterbed, she loved the idea of being able to just smash into it with the brunt of her body weight after a day of hard work (partying). How it hadn't broken or needed replacing was beyond the understanding of Weiss.
Now Blake's bed was the most different. It was shaped to look like a human-sized basket bed; these were the type of beds cats often slept in. She also had a pole and blackout curtains installed to dim the lights from the rest of the room.
However, there was a fourth single bed. Only three students were in this dorm room. There wasn't a person throughout the entire university who didn't know the Schnee name; it was precisely because of who Weiss was that made students avoid her.
They always feared she'd sue them for sharing a room with her, hell Weiss herself heard several of the rumours about how she'd sue people just for looking at her. The only people who she trusted were Blake and Yang.
Weiss walked to her wardrobe, it had a pale blue snowflake insignia in the centre. She opened it up and looked at the different articles of clothing.
Elegant dresses and ballroom gowns to what Weiss could only describe as common-folk clothing.
She looked at a simple, white long sleeved shirt, along with dark blue denim jeans. Took it out of the wardrobe and changed into it.
She gazed into the stand-in mirror and looked at the scar that grazed her left eye. Gently placing her hand over the imperfection, Weiss took a deep breath. "Don't let it define you, Weiss."Removing her hand, she grabbed a pair of cobalt blue pumps and slipped them on.
After making sure she was somewhat presentable, she closed the wardrobe and went to her nightstand to sort out her hair. She pulled out a small handheld mirror from the draw; setting it up right to face her.
Using a large brush, she combed through her platinum coloured hair carefully to remove all knots. After sorting that, she strung it up into a ponytail sprouting from one side of her head.
Placing a silver hairpin to hold it firm, there was a slight vibration from her phone. She took it in her hand and saw that there was a message from a contact listed as "Miss Xiao Long".
"Yo, Weiss! I'm going to be a bit longer than expected. Something's cropped up."Weiss scanned the message and began typing a reply.
"Is everything alright? Do you need me for anything?"Concern the only thing on her mind. A reply followed suit not long after.
"No, everything's fine. Just gone to meet the new roommate."This problem wasn't the best way to tell Weiss about the new addition to the dorm. Weiss, read the message once, then twice. She read it thrice, focused on two words that jumped out at her.
"New, roommate?"She ran the scenario over in her head several times. Refusing to believe someone would want to be an addition to this dorm room. Weiss tried to pry into the matter.
Her slender fingers tapping furiously on the touch screen. "What do you mean, new roommate?" She underlined the two words because knowing Yang, she'd try to play the stereotypical dumb blonde and not know a thing about it.
"We. Have. A. New. Roommate."Yang's text was to the matter of fact.
"Are they comfortable rooming with me?"Weiss, often, didn't like to admit that she wanted to make new friends with other students.
Yang and Blake were the only friends she really had. Everyone else apart from Jaune avoided her.
The Schnee name, often made people too frightened to approach her.
Yang never gave two fucks about it; though Weiss found it incredibly rude. She respected her for wearing her heart on her sleeve.
Blake was a tougher nut to crack. They had a fair few scuffles and arguments. Though after all of that, they are still good friends to this day.
What scared her more than anything, was someone whom she had never met before. Not only being a complete enigma but having to spend a few years with them. This certainly wasn't something easy for her.
A message blinked up onto the screen, Yang really didn't make good conversation over text. "Don't know. Probably."Is the reply Weiss had received.
She closed the message, put the phone into her pocket and grabbed her handbag. A trip to the shop would mean passing by Blake.
Ensuring she had all her possessions on her person, she set out. Locking the room door behind her.
***A/N: Had a bit of writer's block with this. Put this with Yuletide (Christmas) in two days, it hasn't gone well. I'd like to hear from you guys what you think. It's not perfect but I do enjoy writing.
Side note: Who else is absolutely dreading Volume 4's episode tomorrow? I know I am.
I'll see you guys whenever I get more time to write. Happy hunting!