Feb 15, 2018
@fnnigcn as per usual, marlene was the last person to actually bother getting up from her desk after class. she took her time gathering her things, lingering behind while her classmates bustled off to continue with the rest of their daily activities. she’d been itching to run from the crowds lately, her active mind yearning for time on her own to gather her thoughts, plaster her many feelings onto some sort of medium, a cathartic means to cope with the persistent pain. marlene didn’t notice anyone walking into the room as she finally tucked her wand into the garter she wore on her upper thigh, her gaze cast downwards until she heard a slight shuffle.
