Lenore hadn't enjoyed her holidays for a while. Despite the broken relationship she had with her parents, she missed the big celebration with all her aunts, uncles, and cousins. And this year, Madeline could go back to visit their family while Lenore stayed stuck here on campus. She didn't want her family to come visit, either. It was exile. At least for her parents. She knew she was being childish, but it had hurt her when they accused her of lying and being on drugs. They should have known her better - accepted it after all the stupid therapy and drug tests came up bust. But no, they had been so fucking insistent. So Thanksgiving would be spent, she already knew, drinking. Christmas would probably be the same.
She looked at her hair between his fingers as he played with it, and she smirked. "Both, probably." She took really good care of her hair - you kind of had to when it was an insane mane of curls the way she had. A damn lion's mane if she wasn't careful. She went ahead and brushed his hair with her fingers.