"Morgan we actually don't have a time limit today, there's no reason we need to be rushing this morning," I tell my eager sister while releasing a sigh during this Saturday morning.
"Do you want to potentially be late for Nah's party Noire?" Morgan asks.
"It's at 2 Morgan, its 9 am!"
"Well who knows how long it may take."
"It's a short walk, and aren't you just getting a book?"
Morgan forces me out the door, "Oh look at that, we're outside, well let's go." As smart as my sister is, some of her methods certainly are questionable. Maybe I should argue with her a little less, it may make things easier.
"Well Morgan you really shouldn't have left your book at school, going to school on Saturday isn't something we should make a habit out of." I try to explain.
"Well since the supervisor shows up on Saturdays this is something I can take advantage of," As I said, I shouldn't argue.
"What book did you leave behind anyway?" I ask.
"It's one of my notebooks, it's full of various ways I plan to approach Owain," She explains.
"What! I thought you said it was something you need to read for book club on Monday!?" I ask, growing frustrated.
"Well you wouldn't come with me if you knew what I needed, and besides I do need to have it read, I need to memorize each method, I am not gonna have it open when I am talking to him, besides Mom told me she did this with Dad and since you and I exist clearly it must work. Also at this point it's too far for you to walk back alone so now you are going to have to stay with me," Morgan answered my question as if she was answering a question in front of a class, and oddly enough it was a very good answer. I cannot argue with her here as she made legitimate points and I was actually very impressed. That's what I get for underestimating her intellect; she was always good at making plans, just like our father, even if her plans are pretty unconventional.
I remain silent, her planning abilities gave very little to say.
Once we arrive at the school, I check my shoelaces just to avoid any potential damages.
"The classroom is over on the other side, let's take the south entrance," Morgan says.
I nod and the two of us move toward the other side of the school, on our way over we pass some restrooms.
"Hey, wait for me I need to use the restroom," Morgan says, instead of commenting on how she should have gone before we left, I just nod and stand outside the restroom to wait.
I let out a sigh, when suddenly the boy's restroom door flies open, making my heart race as my soul almost jumps out of my body!
"Ah Hah! The hands of the chosen one are now clean! And will without a doubt nail the part!" The one who stormed out of the restroom was Owain, going on one of his usual unnatural tirades.
Before he can continue he slowly looked over and looked at me, and for once in his life was dead silent.
"Umm, hi Owain?" I didn't know him too well, but he never was one to shy away from talking, or ever getting surprised really.
Before any other word could be said he began running faster than I have ever seen him run before in the opposite direction, somewhat toward the West Entrance.
One thing I have yet to do was make a boy run away, this certainly was a new stab at my self-esteem.
Soon enough Morgan returned from the restroom.
"Did you yell or something Noire, I heard some loud voice while I was in there?" Morgan asked.
"The weirdest thing just happened, when you went to the restroom Owain burst out of the men's room and when he saw I was here just took off running like he saw a demon." I explain.
As soon as I mentioned Owain her entire demeanor changed, "Which direction did he run?" She asked.
"Umm, it looked like he ran off toward the West Entrance," I explain.
The second I named a location I found myself being forcefully tugged toward the West Entrance by my Owain-Hungry sister, clearly this book became secondary once she learned Owain is here.
"M-Morgan, we won't even be able to get in through the West Entrance; the door is locked during non-school hours." I try to explain while I am being dragged.
Once reaching the West Entrance doors, Morgan grabs the handle and oddly enough it was unlocked.
"You see Noire, if it is unlocked there must be something going on. Perhaps this is what Owain is always doing after school and why I can never hunt him down. Maybe I was meant to be here this morning. Maybe this is the reason I forgot my book here yesterday. It must be fate!" Morgan exclaims.
"…You have been spending a lot of time with Mother lately haven't you?"
Morgan simply brushes off my question and gives me a whispering motion as the two of us enter the school. We move on our toes very quietly looking for wherever Owain could have run off too. We look through multiple classroom door windows, but each one was empty. I was beginning to assume he went home, but Morgan would not give up that easily. Eventually we spotted a door that was far off from the others; it appeared as if it was leading to a large room.
"What room is that?" I whisper.
"No clue, I never seen it before, I don't think I have ever even had a class in the West Portion of the school." Morgan seemed to know just as much as I did about this mystery room.
As we silently stepped toward the room, we noticed a small trashcan keeping the door open, the only open door throughout our entire search, our curiosity grew larger, once we got real close we began to hear muffled voices. Morgan and I poked our heads through the crack in the open door, remaining unnoticed and watching what was taking place. We spotted three figures in the large room, though we couldn't make out too many details of the room's interior. We managed to identify the people in the room to be Owain, Inigo, and their pig tailed friend Cynthia.
"You are the key to making sure this goes right, your dancing is the attention grasper!" Owain says.
"My, if Severa knew I was doing this I would never be able to live down the shame!" Inigo replies.
"Look at you, modest as ever, you're the best dancer in the school, just be ready when it's your time to enter Inigo," Cynthia says.
"The kindness of my friends is just too much; I'm going to be practicing over here, just give me some time," Inigo says before moving out of sight, Morgan and I try to hold back the urge to chuckle, I am usually pretty good at fighting back laughter but Morgan was almost turning red.
Owain then took Cynthia by the hand and said, "My love, the way my heart burns simply cannot be put into words, my travels would lead me to the ends of the Earth if that need be!" He says. I look toward my sister; her eyes could not be wider.
"Shall nothing come between my hero and I, for I will do all that it takes to keep our love alive!" Cynthia replies.
"May nothing come between you and I," Owain says, before the two share a kiss.
Tears swell Morgan's eyes as she quickly gets up and runs toward the exit. She makes it out before I could properly react; her footsteps didn't seem to echo into the room and didn't get the attention of Inigo, Owain, or Cynthia. I couldn't continue watching with Morgan distraught and quickly get up to look for her. I leave through the West Entrance and see Morgan with her head in her knees, most likely full of tears.
I had no idea how to respond to this, Morgan has always been the happy-go-lucky loveable sister, I honestly can't remember the last time I have even seen her frown, I had no idea how to help her, and it was killing me inside to see her like this.
She had a sniffle and stood up, "…Let's go home Noire." Morgan says.
"B-But you're notebook?" I say.
"…I-I don't need it anymore…"
