Beyond Evolution

Marie-Ange really should have known what to expect from her roommate’s idea of a ‘classic’ movie. But being the generally unsuspecting type that she was, no assuming thoughts of the kind had even crossed her mind. So Saturday evening she had borrowed Sadie’s Carrie dvd, made a stop in the kitchen to pop some popcorn, and headed down to the rec room. Maybe a nice movie break was exactly what she needed to take her mind off a few things. Like the fact that she still needed to acquire both a date and dress for prom, or the lovely secrets this week from someone who apparently thought her English was lacking, as well as the one with a nasty comment about her and Val, which was another subject she didn’t exactly want to think about. Nor was that ever looming decision of exactly what she was going to do after graduation. So yes, there were quite a few things Marie-Ange wanted to push out of her mind and just unwind for a little while.

When the redhead had settled into the couch with a large bowl of popcorn in her lap, she had been ever so hopeful. But as they say, hope is often fleeting. The popcorn had now been put aside and was occupying a space on the couch besides her, as she’d lost her appetite very early in. How could this possibly be a ‘classic’ movie? It was almost like a treatise on how cruel teenagers can be to each other, and how parents can just be- well it was all quite disturbing if you asked her. And pushed a few personal buttons for her to top it off. So of course there was the question of why she was still sitting here watching it? Maybe it was the vague anticipation that at some point the tone of the movie might change, or that at least that perhaps she would get some kind of karmic reward for sitting all the way through this. But it wasn’t looking good. Were those....pigs? Oh, she had a feeling she was not going to like where this was going at all.

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Prom, prom, prom. It was undeniable that the majority of the inhabitants of Xavier’s were all caught up in prom fever at the moment. Some were people planning who they were going with, what they were going to wear, others were planning for the event itself and finalizing music, decorations, and other things. Lorna had gotten the prom committee off to a good start so far, having already organized and assembled a lot of the things they were going to need when the night of the event rolled around. Which meant that somewhere in the school, there was a trove of pretty, shiny, bright and colorful things that would be adorning a ballroom in the Waldorf-Astoria. A trove that certain little creatures prone to roaming the school at night just might happen upon. The Gremlins had been behaving themselves to a certain degree lately, which left the Brownies without a lot of cleanup to do. As a result, the trio recently upgraded from a duo of small, furry creatures would sneak here and there, seeing what they could see, what fascinating things they could find to explore and investigate. And to them, every night was an adventure.

Purely by chance, tonight their adventure did in fact lead them to the prom decorations that were tucked away in an closet in the art room. Immediately the Brownies were transfixed and spent the large part of an hour in the midst of it all. They unraveled streamers, tossed around confetti, and even found a party horn or two to blow quietly, then delight in the funny noise it made. Naturally come morning all of it would be cleaned up, no evidence of their presence left besides perhaps streamers not being rolled exactly the way they were, or the errant piece or two of colorful paper here or there, or perhaps a few packages open that were not before, but with all their contents packed neatly back inside. But for now, they were going to enjoy themselves. A small chorus of low, almost unintelligible chirruping exclamations of “Whee!” rung out in the empty art room every now and then as the Brownies played, rolling and getting lost in mounds of streamers, shaking confetti from their round, fuzzy heads, and just marveling at the pretty shininess of it all, all concerns of stealth for the moment put aside. Their other halves may always have much more sinister intentions in mind, but the three seen far less often than them would always be able to find a little bit of wonder in just about anything.

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