Anastasia Marie Treadwell (literaryfluke) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2016-06-20 12:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | anastasia treadwell, digger |
Who: Anastasia, Digger
When: Monday, midday
Where: Random hall at the King's College
What: Digger is lost
Warnings: tbd
Summer school had barely just begun and Anastasia was still receiving requests for new students in her class. She only had one over the summer, but it was enough to deal with between having moved there not even a month earlier and having to settle in all at once. At least her sister was around. That was perhaps her one saving grace, seeing as she didn't know anyone else apart from those who had interviewed her. And even that handful of people she barely knew. It was good to have one person she could gravitate to in case she felt completely lost.
Her class was scheduled for later that afternoon, but she still felt the need to at least be on campus. She had this terrible habit of being punctual, so being late for her first day of class would have looked very bad. Not to mention the anxiety it would have brought. So she had arrived on campus around 9 o'clock to make sure everything was all set for her class. She peered at the roster, which had changed since the original she had printed off. There was still time for students to enroll, so she knew there was a chance it would change at least once more.
She glanced up at the passing students, one in particular catching her eye. She stood up and walked to the door, watching the young man who looked very lost and confused. "Can I help you? You look lost."