#locationprep

making a face as she stared at the main building, she figured she may as well walk in and get herself together. passing through the doors, she almost bumped into someone else, and she swore loudly. “watch where you’re fucking going!”

now that she was away from her father and the isle, she had the freedom to celebrate her birthday if she so wished, but she saw no point. it was just another year, right? “why do people even celebrate birthdays, anyway?”

as soon as she was inside, she made sure areli wasn’t around before falling on her bed and tucking herself in, clutching onto her pillow for dear life.

“you have to stay in the stables.” the horse whinnied. “you can’t go upstairs. i know you said you can but you can’t.” she turned around, walking forward again, and aurelius bit at her hair gently. “hey!”

“...happy birthday to me, i guess,” freddie said, eyeing the new sword with a look of detachment, not sure how to feel about it. he turned it over so the engraved part was facing downward, not wanting to look at it, not right this second. he sighed and leaned back on the bench, taking out his phone to send a thank you text to his mother.

“Oh look at this place, it’s so nice isn’t it?” the girl said in awe. “I think I’m going to really like it here! What about you, what do you think Napoleon?” she asked glancing down at the gold and white tabby that scampered beside her feet. 

queenie pretended to look at her phone for the fifth time in the past ten minutes. there were plenty of people around the courtyard, all standing with friends and talking and laughing and having fun. yet here she was, leaning against a wall with no one to talk to. she’d tried, of course, but either the timing had been wrong or she hadn’t said the right thing. pressing her lips together in a thin line, she looked at her phone for real this time, opening up google and typing in, ‘how to make friends’.