Mag/Juliette | The Roast | university location | 7.30am
That night, Mag had barely gotten any sleep. One of her recurring nightmares had woken her up around 3AM. She'd tried to doze off again, but the afterimages were too vivid, and in the dark of night they seemed to come alive around her. What she'd seen had happened a long time ago, she knew this logically, and yet logic held little sway in the quiet of her bedroom. Closing her eyes again and burying her face in her hands served only to transport her to that place again, and so she'd turned on a lamp and grabbed The Count of Pentecristo from the nightstand, determined to slip into any other world. It had taken some effort to concentrate on the words on the page, but after a while she'd been absorbed in the tale of the protagonist's escape from jail and, over a hundred pages later, dawn had found her exhausted but giving thanks for Dumes' stortytelling skills.
It was packed full; she wondered if she might have to order coffee to go. Most of the patrons here were students, which made sense considering the location, and all the tables were taken. There was only one open chair, next to a young woman Mag recognised as one of the Guild squires. Juliette looked absorbed in her own thoughts, as well. While the bartender prepared her iced coffee, Mag wondered if she should leave the girl alone or try to talk to her; she seemed troubled, and Mag had a duty as her senior. Plus, this was one of the most serious squires, according to Aspel; something had to be wrong if she was here instead of at training.
Her concern over Juliette won out over her own worries, and once she had her coffee, she walked over and sat down in that open chair. "Hi, Juliette," Mag greeted, giving the girl a kind smile. "Do you mind if I sit with you? Every other chair is taken."