“I didn’t redefine it, just gave it more context so that you and your neanderthal brain could comprehend it more. Just the fact alone that you referenced Gone with the Wind is enough proof that you are a loser. Thanks for proving my point without me having to do anything.” 

“What’s wrong with Gone with the Wind? It’s a classic. Just because you can’t appreciate true art, doesn’t mean I’m a loser.”

“Oh, that’s right. How could I forget? Odette Augustine isn’t afraid of anything… except I vaguely remember an incident involving the boogeyman that happened when we were younger,” At Odette’s question, Camille widens her eyes and pushes her lips into a slight pout. “I’ll have you know that I’ve been a very good girl lately,”

“Okay...don’t act like my fear wasn’t rational. How was I to know that the thing I considered the boogeyman, was actually the spirit of my great uncle who found nothing more enjoyable than scaring me?” She perched her lips together, feeling embarrassed that she even had to relive those moments. “Oh, have you? I find that insanely hard to believe.”

“Alright, but.. is Halloween a thing or am I not supposed to dress up as catwoman this year? Because I have the leather pants and everything – if that’s not cool, then I’ll just have to find somewhere off campus to party, because I’m definitely not prepared to skip out.”

      as if boheme needed a reason to be annoyed ( now of all times ) - she senses them standing over her, directly in her light. the sunshine that was once pouring over the fiery haired girl was now a cool shade that did nothing for her - except derail her train of thought ( or lack thereof, rather ) as she makes an attempt to medidate. exhaling in a scoff, she opens an eye to put a face to the disturbance. ‘ can i help you ? ’ she gives up altogether, dropping her hands to her knees as she sits indian style, thin digits playing with the flowy fabric of her skirt. 

    It wasn’t Odette’s intention to disturb her, but with pressing issues to attend to, she had no other choice, but to ask the question she had been dreading to ask for the last few seconds. When Boheme spoke, a soft smile formed on her lips, Odette could tell that she was annoyed and making no attempt to hide it. “No. I just like standing in front of you. Your radiating beauty has captivated me.” As she said the last sentence, she changed her accent, trying to sound like some dashing hero from one of the many movies she watched when she was a child. “--While all of that is true, I do need your help with something. Are you going to drop the attitude before I ask you?”

“Excellence in loserness, that’s what it produces. And you’re right, I am severely lacking that, for a good reason, of course.” 

“Oh, I didn’t know that you had the ability to redefine words. When did this happen? Besides, you’re delusional. Nothing about me screams loser. I’m gone with the wind fabulous.”

The sudden words that filled the area had Kyler’s nose wrinkling slightly in reaction. Before she could even open her eyes, she knew the female speaking was right. It was a rather dangerous situation she had placed herself in—She hated getting in trouble. But the desire to kick start her high was too strong to ignore. Letting her dark eyes slip open, the junior sighed softly as she exhaled and let her focus switch to the girl who had found her. “It’d almost be worth it after the studying session I had.” There was a weak laugh to her voice as she tried to make light of the situation, but it died down quickly as she took in another hit. “—You’re not going to report me or anything, are you?” It was a slight concern and she could only hope the girl wasn’t the tattletale type.

Quirking up one of her eyebrows, she listened as the girl finally spoke. Sure school was a little stressful at times, Odette couldn’t deny that, but she never thought that it was so bad that she needed to get high to deal with the pressure. Then again, she had other vices she chose to help her relax. “Oh, I won’t report you...That doesn’t mean that I won’t use this information against you later on, if I might need something.” Odette replied, before a cunning smile spread across her lips. “I’m joking.” A laugh escaped her lipstick stained lips and she adjusted the bag on her shoulder. “What class were you studying for tonight?”

“Yes! And sometimes, I even do it to their faces. Why wouldn’t I be proud? It takes a lot of wit and energy to be this funny. That thing that I said about you being a Newt? Classic. Touch me and I’ll get your nasty loser cooties, stay away!” 

“Too late. I already made up my mind. I feel like my cooties produce excellence, which is something that you’re severely lacking.”

Camille watched the small fireball rise from the palm of her hand and into the air, slowly itching closer to the person in front of her. “What? You’re not afraid of a little fire, are you?” She questioned, the flame reflecting in her twinkling, hazel eyes. 

Odette simply rolled her eyes, before flicking her finger by her side in an upward motion and causing the fireball to practically pop between them, making little sparks of flames fly into the air and across the room. “Obviously I’m not. I can take a little heat.” She replied, before crossing her arms over her chest. “What havoc have you been causing lately, Camille?” 

    ❝  intense, yeah? i like the way you      think, odie. now let’s see if i like the way you drink, babe. keep me company  & we’ll see just how far you can really                           take me.  ❞

“Hmm, it’s cute that you made that rhyme, but we both know that you meant swallow.” She replied, before their drinks appeared in front of them. “Should we cheers to something? Maybe to the fact that you’re not being such a stick in the mud, anymore.” Odette smiled as she picked up her glass.

“of course not! no.. there’s just so many things in the world – in the universe that we have no idea about. was just a lil thought i had.”

“I don’t mind clowns, but the end result would’ve been the absolute same if I have to think about it. Is that a thing in California? That sounds horrible, I’d be put in jail at that rate. You’re right, but my Father won’t take it as accepting as everyone else did. I’m sorry, I never introduced myself - Gisella, pleasure to meet you, but you can call me Gigi if you’d like though” 

“Don’t tell me someone is jealous. Are you jealous Odette?” Asher questioned without expecting a real response from her. He began to frown barely when he heard her say decline feeling slight disappointment which quickly changed with the ending of her sentence. “So sure about that? What? Do you go there often for the privacy?” He asked quickly and without hesitation, getting up to follow close behind her. They had been broken up for a while now but between their banters and the glares, mostly aimed at him, he couldn’t help but still want to slam his lips against hers. “I have a nice view from back here.” He said, referring to her ass before hurrying up some more to get closer and snaked one of his arms around her waist from behind.

Odette rolled her eyes once again, an action that she tend to do a lot when she was in his presence. “Oh please. I was just stating a fact.” Odette replied, still guiding the way and looking back at Asher. As she did so, the smile on her lips widened when she heard his next question. “I go there a lot. Now whether or not, I go there to search for a book or privacy...I’ll just keep that to myself.” She teased, feeling his arm wrap around her waist. There were moments where it felt like old times between the two of them. Those moments were becoming rarer and quickly fleeting. Even though, this was one of those times, she knew the feeling would fade away, just as soon as it came. “Really?” She spoke, once they finally made it between the bookshelves. “Well I tend to like the view that I see right now.” Looking up at him, she leaned against one of the shelves, before beckoning him to come even closer to her. “You have ten minutes. I would have made it longer, but you slammed that book on me earlier. Consider this punishment.” There was no way, she would actually implement any time limit on their time together. All she wanted was to tease him just one more time.

“As were my intentions, my dear. Why does everyone assume I’m here to psychologically scar and cripple? I’m here to make jokes and pick on you, that’s all. I’ll send you to Germany if you do, you better keep it five feet from me at all times starting now!” 

“Everyone? So I guess that means, you go around insulting people. I would shame you, but you’re probably proud of yourself. Oh please, you barely have enough power to send me across the street. I’m going too touch you with my smooth skin to show you how wrong you are.”

“Who could hate it when Asher get pissed off enough to almost cry? It’s like seeing something really special and heartwarming. We could hit the Tavern now and roam later then find Asher and make his life a little sweeter. We all know he needs something sugary in his bitter life. I volunteer us as tributes.”

“You know what’s really special and heartwarming...knowing that we think the same way. Honestly, if it wasn’t for our angelic faces, I would think that we were both somewhat evil. That’s a great plan. You know what, he better appreciate it when we show up at his door, drunk out of our minds.”

His eyes dropped down to the table when it shook, making him lean back in his seat raising his hands up in a type of surrender manner yet his smile was saying anything but that. “How do you know? My grades could be perfectly great as yours. I mean, I don’t fail, I don’t know how to. I do get distracted though, how could I not? When there’s pretty brunettes in my classes.” Dropping his hands down a chuckle escaped from him. “I’m glad my looks could protect me.” Lifting his right shoulder up in a shrug he sighed leaning back onto the table. “I did have something serious to talk about. Me and you, in between the Science Fiction and Fantasy shelves. Or would you prefer the Murder and Mystery?”

Odette simply shrugged her shoulders and looked up at him through her dark lashes. Although, she would never admit it, she was always in some one-sided competition with Asher to see who could make the better grades. Both of them, always worked so hard when it came to their studies, so it pushed her even more. “And blondes, and redheads.” She followed up his sentence, as she leaned against the back of her chair, wondering what he could possibly want. At his next suggestion, Odette raised an eyebrow, before she placed her hands on the table in front of her and rose up from her seat. “Sadly, I think I’ll have to decline that offer.--Between the ancient history and biography shelves is much more private.” She smiled, walking away from him and leading the way.

❝  i knew there was a reason i kept you around, babe. & who knows, get    a few drinks in me & up is down  & no means yes, yeah? & surprise   me, odie. i wanna see what kinda        drink you see me drinking.  ❞

“Oh don’t give me false hope, Easy. I might actually try to test out that theory. Hmm, I feel like you could take something really intense.--Two tonic specials.” She called out to the bartender. Honestly, she had never tried the drink that she suggested, but according to the students around campus, it was just as much delicious as it was strong. 

“You did? I mean, I know pranks are essential and with Halloween coming up, it’s becoming a native ritual; and I don’t take well to surprises… not anymore, at least”

“I did laugh when he got taken to the nurses infirmary, if that counts as fun? So, does the whole school now know I broke some guy’s nose? Because that’d be quite the way to continue the semester.”

“Hey, at least he didn’t show up at your bedroom door wearing a clown mask, like those weird people in California...Well at least I think, it was in California.--Also, think about it this way, at least everyone knows not to mess with you. You can hold your own physically and magically.”