WHO: Hope Mikaelson & Lizzie Saltzman WHERE: Lizzie's room WHEN: Monday, not long after this WARNINGS: Possible explosives, expletives. SPOILERS? Lizzie's on the edge
Hope wasn't in the habit of communicating with Lizzie through text—social media wasn't exactly a thing in a school that didn't let you have a phone or a laptop. But it wasn't hard to read between the lines how she was feeling, and Hope was concerned. God, was this what having real friends felt like? Not that she hadn't cared about people before, it was just ... different now. So, yes, she was worried. And bringing it up in person was always the better option. Not one to shy away from a tough conversation, she set her laptop down on her bed and went to look for her roommate.
The easiest place to start was her room. "Lizzie?" Pushing open the door and taking a few steps inside, she noticed how empty it felt compared to the twins' room at school. Some of Lizzie's flair was definitely evident, but it didn't feel as full as it did back home. And it was missing a Lizzie. Turning to look elsewhere, a notebook caught her eye, something about it practically screaming for her attention. Moving closer, she started to flip through the pages. Line after line of scrawled text jumped from subject to subject. A half-baked recipe idea, thoughts on the merge, a few assessments of the people here and what had been happening. It was disjointed, not like typical Lizzie. Well, not like medicated Lizzie. Which made sense- how would she even get those here, and did anyone know she needed them?