AnD: Anise and Dist
I'm not sorry. (Sorry)
Still upset from the day before, Anise had intentionally delayed getting all of her work done. She didn't want to put up with the bullying of the older girls while still upset over what happened when Dist treated her like the embodiment of some horrible virus.
"C-coming." Anise shook her head and sluggishly went to the door. The cold was weighing her down more than she'd anticipated and she hoped she wasn't going to come down with a fever too.
Opening it, revealed an empty hallway. Just before she stepped forward, she noticed something on the ground. It was a rather sizable box with her name written on it. Curiously, she looked down both sides of the hallway and didn't see anyone. Perhaps it was a prank.
She sighed and decided to take it into her room. If she did open it at least she wouldn't be embarrassed at the results in front of possible prying eyes regardless if she couldn't see them.
Removing the rope keeping it closed, she peered inside and blinked. There were small bottles. At least twelve in total. Holding a small, crystal bottle to the light she could see it was a potion of orange color. The label attached to a string read "Panacea." One by one she pulled out the items. There was a rather elegant scarf of purple with pink trim. It was soft yet thick. There was also a matching hat, gloves, a box of tea, and various gels including a Lemon gel. Finally at the bottom, there was a note.
"STOP GETTING SICK OR ELSE YOU WILL DIE"
Anise blinked again and looked at the items on her bed.
Dist paced in his room before sitting down, then pacing again. He tapped his foot, stood, sat, tapped his fingers, bit his lip, stood, paced, sat and finally crossed his arms.
A long sigh blew strands of his hair as he glared daggers at the purple ear muffs with pink decal sitting on his desk. Of all the times he had let himself be forgetful.
