#havocstarters

[hs]: Are you going to the carnival tonight?

“Thank you so much for coming,” Heather says with a slight sneer. “This really shouldn’t take too long. Just a few questions for Bellbrook’s new Culture Magazine, run by yours truly. Ready to get started?”

 Watching the quiet of the empty classroom, Arthur bent over to pull out a book from inside the desk and half-heartedly began skimming through it. He opened to a page with a horrible squiggly shape that he couldn’t name. (He had never been fond of math and had outright refused to take Calculus). Senior year, he thought, just a few more months in this place and he was out. Made him feel all sentimental, and old. He chuckled to himself as he flipped the book shut and rose from his chair, walking toward the door─only to come face to face with someone on the other end of it. “Oops,” he said, a smile playing on the corners of his mouth, “I suppose one of us should apologize for this uncomfortable closeness, but it’s not going to be me.”

              The door swings open. Heather Sargent looks up with a smirk in her eyes, but her face stays steady, and she continues to hum. “Look what the cat dragged in.”