#pennbstart

The Knucklehead Bar & Grill always got a lot of foot traffic on Friday nights, and so it was always abnormally crowded. But— it also had the best burgers in the area, and it had been what Josephine had been craving. She popped a fry into her mouth, watching the people around her before reaching out and muttering a quick spell as she touched an abandoned handbag— bare arms, lips on necks, the bathrooms in the freshman dorms— Josephine quickly retracted her hand. A freshman’s handbag. She crinkled her nose in disgust. She had not wanted to see that.

hazel hated sitting in the grass at this very moment. she was restless, which was happening more often lately, and she had now almost doodled across an entire page of her notebook that laid in her lap. her textbook was open to a familiar topic but was 100 pages past what her class was currently learning. plus, she had already finished the assignment hours ago. but alas, perception was key in most cases—professors passing by, seeing her being a dutiful student and entirely dedicated to her coursework on the campus lawn. of course they have no idea how i usually spend my time, the brunette thought to herself, as if it was difficult balancing maintaining good grades and indulging in extracurriculars. it was easier if they believed her time was dedicated to exactly what her parents paid for. the sun beating down did cause a bigger nuisance. “you there! stop.” she motioned towards the person walking directly in front of her. squinting, she peered up at the figure as they stared back. “okay now slightly to the left.” she waited until they blocked the light. “can you stand there for a few minutes? i’m sure your time won’t be better spent elsewhere.” she asked, though hazel didn’t care whether it was or not.

   sat in the middle of one of the music practice rooms ,  her eyes closed and her legs crossed - gigi had everything she needed for her practice laid out perfectly in front of her. astral projection , something that she had been trying to perfect for years - she could do it in certain situations , but the one time that she wanted to go back to , just wasn’t working out. if anyone asked though , she was meditating. she could feel it, the sensation of floating - looking down at her own body , the whirring of her consciousness about to escape to the time & place that she was so desperate to visit --- until a beam of sunlight creaked through the door way as the door to the practice room opened & she came crashing back down to reality. “ pelo amor de satanás ” she muttered under her breath.   @pennbstart​