Week 16: Thursday
Who: Sydni and Vinnie What: An intro Where: House of Fire Common Room When: Evening
Sydni was beginning to feel claustrophobic in her room. Usually she'd go for a walk when that happened, but tonight she had to finish taking notes down on the reading Miklos had assigned to her. She'd be up late doing it, too. It was almost a boon, being bitten on Thursday - all the time off had given her a chance to catch up on sleep and assignments. She'd been running on around 5 hours of sleep most days. That had been no problem when she was a college student, but she'd expected it would kick her ass now. Perhaps due to her were-stamina, she was able to keep going with very few problems. Sure, she was tired all the time, but she wasn't falling asleep in class - something she'd never done - but nor did she have to worry about falling asleep while driving - something she had done.
In any case, she had set herself up in the House of Fire common room, her book in one hand, and a pad of paper and her pencil in the other. She also had some notes about the author, and even some general information. This stuff was so cool - she couldn't stop soaking it up. And Miklos was such an awesome instructor. At least, from her point of view. He had been a bit grumpy last week, so she hadn't stayed as late, but she was looking forward to tomorrow's meeting. He was just one of those people whose brain she could pick for hours on end. There was so much learn.
Sitting back a bit, noticing a cramp in her neck, she realized she'd been down her for over an hour and the ideas were not coming as quickly as earlier. Time for a snack break. Rubbing her eyes, and the back of her neck, she pulled the bag of chex mix out of her messenger bag and sat back munching away. Per usual, she was wearing a pair of denim board shorts and a tank top. She hadn't been outside earlier either - instead she'd gone swimming in the pool. Lazily, she watched the rain fall through the window. Her newest tattoo continued to drive her mad with itching, and she just patted it through the material. No rubbing - you'd remove some of the ink in the scabbing. That was very bad. It was as she was watching the rain fall that she vaguely heard someone enter the room. Smelled like Frankie, but not. Then again, lots of people smelled like Frankie in this House. This was closer, somehow. Turning to look at the other person, she tilted her head and studied him. Nope, not someone she knew.