W I C K E D

         “jay? right?” reagan laughed entering the room she assumed her classes would take place in. it was odd, being far from the isle. but her collected family had made it very clear that she should try everything she could to get to auradon eventually. that didn’t make her feel any less . . . odd? “i couldn’t forget those locks, even i’m jealous.”

          “ohhh–” the girl’s lips makes a solid ‘o’ as she realized evie might have been FLIRTING with her. wow. oh, she was not prepared for this. breathe, delilah. breathe. okay. she smiles brightly at the blue haired girl. “My father and Cora actually. they seem to be the only people who care to warn me about madness.” she laughs a little pushing back her hair. “um ... princess evie, you as well ... i’m free, but i’m not sure i’ll be much fun if you’re going on a date?” 

   of course she had a date. lila smirked to herself for daring to let her mind go there. she arched a thick brown and glanced down at her shirt. “you want my shirt for a date? times must be rough then, love?” she pushes back her hair with a laugh. “no need to freak out, madness is always avoidable, or at least that’s what they tell me. you can have my shirt but i’ll at least need your name? how else will i get it back?” she innocently cocks her head toward the well-known girl. not a lie, but a fib.