Who: Ophelia and Laertes What: Ophelia's a bit worried about her brother When: Late evening Saturday December 14, 2013 Where: Ophelia's dorm Warnings: None yet Rating: TBD
Ophelia spent most of the time from when she had heard about Laertes' grades worrying and fretting over what could be wrong. She knew she would have to bring him to the dorm, to talk and try to figure things out, and the fact was she did not want him to be uncomfortable in talking to her, since this was obviously a delicate topic, so she made sure she had stocked herself on all of his favorite things. No-bake cookies, Dr. Pepper, Mayan hot chocolate, and red vines were all laid out on her kitchen table, though she was sure that they would go into her bedroom for the privacy after a time. She did not want to sit down, not yet, and she was thus pacing back and forth, trying to figure out what to do for him, how she could make things right. Generally he did not automatically tell her things, she had to press, and she knew he was having a hard time with his classes, but knowing just how bad things were had thrown her off. While things were not quite effortless to her, they were not as bad as they could be, and she was always able to manage, even with the extra work she put on herself helping him in his classwork. There had to be some way to make things easier on him, she just could not solve what it was.
In her head she was running over what he texted. Apparently whatever he had to say, their mother would not approve. Not that she ever did, not really, but they had always managed in the past, she could not see this being any different. The only thing that had her truly confused was why would he lie to her about what he did over the summer? It was not like she would tell anyone, he should know that, and she wondered why he would not realize that her main desire was for him to be happy, so anything that would offer that pleased her.