A/N: To anyone that reads this, I'm sorry. Kinda gave up towards the middle-end part. Much too lazy to write something decent aside from other factors. I'm unfortunately not all that educated and I'd like to stock up on some vocabulary words before I actually write seriously. For now this will just be a fun, derpy, no rule story for me to play with when I'm bored. Please take a gander at p r i m e r o s e - a c a d e m y. d e v i a n t a r t. c o m (no spaces) for more information about this story.
Noel let out a breath of annoyance as she tried once again to open the dorm window. Condensation had already began to grow on the glass due to the rather humid spring afternoon, making it all the more difficult to slide open the pane.
Her hands slipped across the stubborn contraption but to no avail. Her shoulders slumped back in defeat; she would have to inform the faculty of this predicament.
"Cion," she wheezed, not bothering to face the brunette. "I'm going to speak of this to someone."
"Good luck with that," Cion replied, her body drenched in sweat. "Suggest getting some air conditioning. The summer is gonna be awful otherwise."
She draped herself across the twin sized bed, the sheets soaking in her perspiration as well as the melting ice she held in the palms of her hands.
Noel's observer, who she had fondly called Mr. Butters, slinked out from under the bed and curled itself around her legs.
"I suppose you can come along as well," she murmured, allowing the purple blob to perch itself on her shoulder. She exited the dormitory, closing the wooden door behind her.
The common room was much alike to the dorms themselves. At the very center of the wall laid a brick chimney that housed fire place which hadn't been used since the beginning of spring. Plush, dull colored carpeting spread across the floor, matching the rather bland wallpaper. Couches that seemed made for royalty had been scattered across the room in no particular fashion.
Noel had the sudden urge to rearrange the furnishing to her liking. It would have to be done later, she had more a important business to attend to.
She left the common room without speaking a word to the other students, as she always did. She wasn't one for talking and conversation had become a painful chore due to her injuries.
She held her hand to her chest and pressed her palm against it lightly. Even the slightest of pressure caused her to feel as though a anvil of some sort had been thrown onto her body. She gave a stifled groan before letting her arm fall to her side.
"It doesn't hurt as much as before," she whispered to her jelly like companion. "It's healing. Slowly but surely."
Mr. Butters hovered idly besides her, oblivious to her feelings and words. He didn't reply , he didn't attempt to engage her in meaningless chatter and that, to her at least, made him the best accomplice.
She continued her wandering about the labyrinth like school. Her shoes clicked obnoxiously against porcelain floor, it's echoes bouncing along the eerily decorated halls.
Cryptic poems and rather sinister looking portraits of principles and students from long before were ornately framed and carefully placed on the walls.
She paused in mod stride and lifted a finger to her lips in thought. She had never once seen the current headmaster. The person behind everything that occurred within the school grounds was, from what she was told, a female. The orientation said nothing more of her.
"Perhaps her name is a taboo of some sorts," she mused to herself, her observer twirling about her knees. "Or maybe there isn't a principle at all."
She shook her head, not wanting to indulge in her thoughts for much office wasn't much further.
The heat slowed her down and didn't help the hallucinations caused by the pain medication. The hallway grew in length and the glossy floor seemed to morph into the walls.
"Not much further," she repeated as she tripped over her own feet. Her throat burned as she gasped for much needed air. She placed a hand on her forehead; her skull seemed to pulse in her palm. The headaches, she could handle.
It was the need to vomit that unnerved her. She didn't want to tarnish the lavish flooring beneath her shoes.
After much staggering and dry heaving, she found herself at the entrance to the faculty room. She groaned and lifted a fist to knock upon the door but something caused her to stop midway. Voices.
She recognized only a handful of them. Most of them were teachers, the rest was much too muffled to be distinguishable.
Noel wasn't one for ease dropping, it was against her own set of rules. However, her body refused to move. It was frozen in mid-knock, crippled by her current list of ailments.
"Its about time we tally up dorm points and discuss what we are to do," the tension emitting through the cracks of the door was near unbearable. "I believe the leading team should be obvious by now."
There was a sudden veil of silence that overtook the meeting. Noel was near certain that her presence had been had been noted. Eventually, man cleared his throat, causing a eruption of whispers that soon died down as well.
"Very well. Lets get to work."