#frizzletone

Zelda was well known--class president, the most likely candidate for valedictorian, practically the smartest girl in the senior class.  Being two grades older, Zelda wouldn't have normally been in the same classes as Link.  But by what Link called a blessing from fate herself, they were put into the same Ceramics class.  By an even bigger blessing, they were sitting next to each other in the same table group.

"So, we're making pots today?" Link began with a strained laugh, shifting in his seat.  Zelda's head snapped towards the unfamiliar voice, confused.  Just as Zelda was known for her smarts, Link was known for never talking--though one sophomore swore up and down that he saw him talking to Ilia in the hallway once.  "Wouldn't that be funny if some lunatic broke into our classroom one night and broke them all?"  Zelda blinked, parted her lips as if to say something, then shut them tight together again in a confused frown.  "You know?  Like in the old stories that said people put money in their pottery and uhh--"  He turned away, hand clutching at his hair in an attempt to shield his reddening face.