#clydexfoy

Finally. That was it. After approximately 3 hours and 25 minutes all his roommates had left the cell. Clyde embraced the silence, lying on his bed for a minute more than necessary before he got up again and moved towards his belongings to grab his notebook. It wasn’t long until spying eyes interrupted the process.

“Nu-uh. Stay away. I’m trying to embrace my loneliness”

Abbi was scrambling. Nothing new for her, but the reasons always fluctuated so at least she kept it fresh. Today it was to get to the Administration office, to talk to Jody or Zaki or someone, and try to figure out what she was going to now. She had wasted away her summer, no shock there either, but now it was reckoning time. She had to do something..or she may as well just leave.

“Oh don’t get your knickers in a twist. I just forgot something” she muttered.

[ ✠ ] it’s three in the morning and my muse unexpectedly arrives at your muse’s home.

Juniper had fallen asleep on her couch, curled up under a throw blanket, face resting on the copy of the Odyssey she had been reading, startled for a moment, though she couldn’t remember why. Then she heard it a sharp knock on the door. She sat up and groaned, the low light in the room coming from the embers in the hearth of her fireplace. She got up and wrapped the blanket around her as she walked to the front door, her eyes catching sight of the clock in the dining room as she walked. 3:28. She groaned as she got to the door and opened it without checking who was there. For a moment she stared blearily at the person on the other side of the door, her brain still kicking in before she seemed to focus on him. “Clyde?” she asked as she looked at him. “What’s going on?” 

I do not have a favourite person!!! What are you saying??? Do people have favourite people? That is super weird. Even if I did... I don’t... have... I don’t think I know anyone who... is still alive. Off the island. I mean there are the witches who stole me from my witch, but I didn’t know them for super long. I don’t know. I can tell you who my least favourite people are right now though it’s Magnus and Clyde for fighting. I am really mad at them both.

“Hello Jude.  Challenge was offered and accepted.  His fate rests with the gods now.  Does he know you’re here on his behalf?”

Text: We can’t kill it Clyde. Simon would be sad. And it didn’t actually do anything except try to kill Eric and Mickey. Not YET anyway.