who – alethea / @aletheapierce when – the week between winter break and classes starting, tuesday afternoon where – outside of alcott hall
it’s still way too fucking cold to deal with traipsing through campus. if it was up to lennon, she’d have the first half of the semester exist virtually so she could take classes from somewhere exotic. somewhere like bali or the maldives, anywhere but on the east coast with its oversteeped weather and dreary fashion sense. her morning consisted of taking ages to do her makeup to take a few selfies at her mother’s publicist’s request. something to do with a quota of social media presence that lennon had only half paid attention to as the woman droned on and on. there is so much going on at ogden that she isn’t sure how she’s expected to care if she posts four times a month or not.
by the time she has finished up her chores, the brunette realizes it is well into the afternoon and she has somewhere to be. a jacket is tugged over her arms and she all but races out of her building, practically crashing into something – someone – as she does so. there is little that she cares to discuss with one of greer’s old crones, but one must do what they have to.
“alethea,” lennon coos, touching their elbow gently as she rights them both after they’ve almost taken one another down. by accident, of course. her smile graces her lips with ease. “better be careful with all this ice,” she mentions sweetly. “can’t have you breaking anything…” again, her tone is full of honey and she drops her hand from their elbow. “long time no see. did you have a good break?”
