anne

“The Ginger Twins is the obvious choice from a campus full of guys that sent you that photo! ” she lightly joked, nodding in agreement as they were nice names, but definitely nothing to rave about if they really out there saving the world. “Ooo, wigs don’t sound bad at all. As long as they’re not too light or dark. Do you think we can pull off blonde? That would be a twist!” She gleamed at the entire idea, though it was a distant dream the thought wasn’t a bad one at all. She turned her attention to the photo topic again. “That could be true too…it could have just been a complete accident and I pray it’s nothing life-threatening. I think it’s better that way if you block them. We’ll never truly know, but at least they won’t have to bother you again.” Anya cackled at Anne’s reaction to her semi-confession. It was just a thought. A high possibility, but how would she ever know? Anya wasn’t even from this time and wasn’t sure if she would ever see him again or if she would return home back to her time. “I think I would. With someone, I’m very close to, but I really don’t think I’ll ever see that person again. I really don’t think there’s much of point either, but I suppose it’s something fun people do in relationships,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes before shrugging. “I have no idea why men say and do half the things that cross their minds. Surely, that’s a mystery that’ll stick around forever.” 

Anne tilted her head, studying her friend, imagining blonde hair in place of the reddish-brown that actually was on Anya’s head. Perhaps she wouldn’t look so good with hair that was so blonde that it might as well be white— but blondish-brown hair? That would look stunning on the other girl... although she was fairly sure that Anya could pull off any hair color— screw her earlier comment. “You’d look wonderful as a blonde. My complexion is a little too pale for blonde, I think— but I suppose it would be better than black.” She shook her head, remembering her failed attempt at dying her hair— that had been tragical, to say the least. “We could even put on accents, although that might be a little counterproductive. We’d probably end up spending our nights of vigilantism cackling at the way we speak.” It would be a fun and amusing exercise in self-restraint though, she had to admit. She pressed a couple buttons on her phone, finally blocking the number before turning back to her friend, leaning closer as she continued to speak. “I suppose it would be fun. I’m no expert on that side of relationships— or anything romantical, no matter how much I wish I had more experience. Romance is something I’ve only ever experienced in books, if I’m being completely honest.” It wasn’t that she needed to be in love, it was simply something she was curious about. She didn’t live her life waiting for love, but she did wish she was better versed in it all. “It seems that no matter the century, boys and men will never fail to baffle us with their idiocy and general demeanor.”

—— 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐀𝐃 never been an expert when it came to reading people, often times it was out of his own feelings which were uncaring. but he cared for anne had realized soon that he had offended her which only caused him to backtrack, it wasn’t often the warlock tripped over his words but be attempted. “i didn’t mean it like that.” he spoke, his words sympathetic. “i just think you have been distant lately, i have been concerned. that’s all. is everything alright?” his dark haired head tilted as he questioned his coworker. nick truly needed to be more cautious when it came to how he worded things, he was trying to better himself.

An apology can go a long way— not that the words I’m sorry ever fell from the other student’s lips. Still, she could see that he was trying, and Anne would be a hypocrite if she got mad at him for sticking a foot in his mouth— not that she was ever the most rational of beings. Her hand curled into a fist before abruptly releasing, a sigh leaving her as she did so. “I appreciate your concern, truly I do, but I’m just stressed.” And that godforsaken mind of hers was not helping matters, not when it was bringing memories that were better off left in the depths of hell back to the forefront of her mind. “You needn’t worry about me, I promise. My mind is just being incredibly unkind, and I’ve never been the best at not listening to what my mind has to say.” She shot a halfhearted smile at Nicholas, hoping that that would be enough to appease him.

          a  smile  was  seemingly  permanent  on  his  features  as  he  made  his  way  inside  her  room  slowly  but  surely,  placing  down  what  was  left  in  his  hands  and  setting  them  besides  everything  else.     his  gaze  caught  her  opened  laptop,  unable  to  keep  from  looking  that  way,  but  he  quickly  reverted  away  again,  mostly  because  he  had  no  idea  what  JSTOR  was,  and  he  didn’t  want  to  come  into  his  friend’s  room  and  start  snooping,  however  unintentional.     ‘  yes,  triple  stuffed,  ’  jack  nodded  with  a  small  laugh.     ‘  i  don’t  believe  i  saw  oreo  thins.     or  maybe  i  missed  them.     there  were  so  many  variations,  i  don’t  understand  it.     i  went  to  pick  up  some  peanut  butter  cups  but  the  aisle  had  so  many  choices!  ’  he  exclaimed.     plenty  of  which  jack  had  never  seen  or  heard  of,  so  there  was  probably  some  questionable  choices  within  the  bunch  of  sweets  somewhere.     ‘  perhaps  i  went  a  little  bit  overboard,  but  i  like  chocolate  very  much.  ’

Anne laughed, still munching on her own biscuit. There were a lot of options, and she was always caught between trying something new and sticking to what she loved best. “Buying all of them is the quickest way to spending all your money far too quickly, but I do believe that you would have no regrets.” She let out a small curse as her elbow bumped into a book that was not supposed to be off its shelf, and she picked it up before gently tossing it back to where it was meant to be— only to wince as it fell a little short of its intended target. She shook her head, resolving to pick it up later. “Chocolate truly is amazing, isn’t it? I’ve found that good chocolate can make even the more tired or unhappy of people crack a smile, which I think is positively wonderful.”

Anne’s eyes widened at Daisy’s strong words, baffled by this turn of events. “Daisy… what is going on?” The room seemed normal— it definitely didn’t look like there way anything out of place. Had something happened? Did the other girl have something important to say, that must not be heard by outside ears? She was intrigued and undeniably confused.

                  he didn’t usually spend so long in a place so loud, edgar didn’t like the noise, not at all. he never had, even back when he was a boy.  he preferred the quiet but whenever he didn’t want to think, he needed to be in a place such as this one, so he could focus on work, instead of his own thoughts, much like today. as of now, the library seemed to work very well, especially during exam time. “it’s the usual. i mean, i can’t complain, i did spend most of my time in the library when i was in college, exam time or not. when you love to read, it’s simply the best place for you, considering everyone else seems to be so hellbent in drinking themselves to death. not so much here, though.” he smiled at her for a moment, before nodding. “ very to meet someone who seems to love the library as much as i do,” he chuckled, turning back to her. “do you come here often, anne? i think i’ve seen you around here once or twice, with a few friends. like i said, i spend most of my time here.” he chuckled, before turning back to her. he was pretty sure she was betty’s friend, even if he couldn’t be certain.

Anne smiled easily, glancing around at the students before sneaking a peek back at her laptop. She’d gotten a solid amount of her essay done... but there was still quite a bit to go. Was there a way to take what is in her mind and just make them spring into being as words on a document? That would be wonderful and so very helpful. “No, not so much here— or perhaps it does happen, and I just happen to not have paid much attention to the ones that do.” Was she missing out? She wasn’t entirely certain on that front, but she had found her people, so to speak, so she didn’t linger on those thoughts for long. “I work here, although usually not in this section of the library. I’d figured that I should get a job when I started at Everly, and what better way for me to spend my time than to surround myself with the best things that Everly has to offer— other than its stellar curriculum, of course!” She bit the bottom of her lip, slightly embarrassed at having implied that the library mattered more to her than the actual coursework... to a professor. “So yes, I do come here often, sometimes with friends and sometimes alone. This library truly is glorious, so when I find that I’d prefer to be inside, I come here.”

sabrina could talk for hours– but she attempted to pace it, she’d screamed from the rooftops for ages about it all. her eyes moving to anne and back to her ring– the black diamond was about as sabrina as a jewelry item could ever be. she had chosen carefully, feeling as though anne would be the perfect match and was thrilled by the girl’s agreement to be her maid of honor. with a bright smile, the witch pulled the redhead into a hug, giving her a tight squeeze. with the date coming so soon, sabrina had been trying to find the right time to ask anne for days and was thankful that the opportunity had showed itself so flawlessly. “oh, thank satan. it’s so soon but there’s no person i’d rather plan it all with than you and harvey. his brother is his best man, have you met tommy yet? it’s– a miracle that he’s here, truly. would you– like to talk about some of the wedding things or should we continue with our search and discuss it later. i could ramble for ages about the wedding. i still have to ask robbie if he’s interested in working security– i think he’d be up for the job.” she had released anne, unable to hide the smile that only continued to grow. 

The black diamond on the other girl’s ring was splendid— it wasn’t horribly flashy, nor did it feel like too little. It was fitting for the couple, of that Anne was certain, and it looked beautiful against Sabrina’s finger. She threw her arms around the blonde and squeeze back just as tightly, her happiness showing through her actions as well as her words. Celebrations and parties were always fun, and while she’d experienced a fair few, including a handful of weddings, this would be the first wedding of a dear friend and she could not help her excitement. “Harvey’s brother is here? God, it feels like every day more and more people pop up!” Or perhaps she was just very insular, sticking to the people she knew best and loved dearly? She shook her head slightly before leaning closer, gently shoving away some of the papers. “Would it be terrible of me to admit that I care far more about the wedding than any of this right now? The mystery is very compelling, but Sabrina— you’re getting married.” There was a slight pain in her heart, knowing that she never got to see Diana or Ruby or Jane married. She’d always hoped to be Diana’s maid of honor, but life did have a funny way of never quite giving you what you wanted the way you wanted it. But, Sabrina had become a dear friend and a wedding was a wedding, a celebration of love and commitment and the promise of a future, and there was no doubt in her mind that Harvey and Sabrina would get their happily ever after.

Sandwich coupons always seemed to do the trick back home in New York, and aside from pizza and hot dogs, the one thing a New Yorker could count on eating was a good Empire state sub. Whether you paid for it by yourself, had a coupon for one, or flat out stole it, everyone in the Empire state could appreciate a good sub sandwich. Scotland’s sandwiches sure didn’t taste like home, but they had a pretty tasty and unique flavor to them in their own right. Peter was certainly thankful for that, aside from the pizza, or he would’ve gone nuts not being able to order his usual rotational diet of junk food that was bad for him but still filled him up in a major way. “Great! I’m glad you accept my apology. Felt kinda weird sitting not too far from you in class knowing that you probably hated my guts for an earnest joke, but I’m glad we could make amends,” Peter smiled, clasping his hands and rubbing them together. At least that fork in the road had been fixed and resolved. Turning his attention back to his computer, he pulled up a search engine and began hacking away at his keyboard with his fingers, rapidly researching information for his upcoming paper. Only for a momentary glance did Peter looked down, surprised to see a spider crawling on the foot of Anne. “You’re not afraid of spiders are you?” he asked her, looking down towards her foot. “Wow, that’s a big tarantula.”

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“Extra cinnmon is also a good choice.” Kim was a little shocked to hear however that the girl stuck to plain things, she seemed far more interesting. She slid her coffee cup to the other girl and smiled. “Here, have a try for yourself and say what you think.”

She took a small sip from the cup before sliding it back, closing her eyes as she savored the flavor. “It’s quite nice, although I think I’d prefer it in a mocha— hazelnut and chocolate has always been a good combination. Oh! It’d taste perfect in autumn— a mug of mocha with hazelnut syrup just as it’s getting colder.” Anne smiled to herself, enjoying the idea before smiling at the other girl. “Thank you for sharing.”