[ In the late morning, Peregrine had lost her wits completely and found herself convinced that a blizzard had struck the school. She'd worked herself to exhaustion in her sickness, thinking her dear friend Lexy was beside her. And then, maybe half an hour after the start of prom, she woke in her dorm, believing it all to be a horrible fever dream.
It's honestly Peregrine's intention to stay there. To get herself something to eat and try to spend the night sleeping off the...everything. Truthfully, she hates the idea of a prom. The last time she ever saw her brother, he'd rushed into her room for last minute assistance with his bow-tie for his own senior prom. She thought she'd see him again when she woke up the next day, after he'd crash into bed at some ungodly hour. She thought nothing of it.
That hadn't been the case. Peregrine hates prom.
Except—
Except there's a little something that changes that. When she wakes and sits up fully, putting a hand to her head, she finds herself, her cloak all covered in dirt. She finds a jacket slipping off her bunk where it'd been laid across her like a blanket. It's a jacket she recognizes, and—
Well. A few things click into place pretty fast.
Peregrine rushes to prom maybe forty minutes late, tracking mud from her boots. Unlike everyone else, she's not dressed up. Her hair's messy but at least brushed, and her cloak's in desperate need of a wash. Under it, she's wearing...one of Janis's jackets. That's the only real change to her appearance. Instantly she looks and feels out of place. She's gasping slightly from running, but overall she looks better than she has the last few days. She's not even shivering.
She looks around, for someone specific— oh, who're we kidding? She's looking for Janis.
As the night goes on, she does seem to settle in. Still awkward, even if someone (Elle, LSP, probably one of them) has descended upon her and tried to make her look a little more presentable. Mostly she stays off by the edges, getting some nourishment and some water. She watches the punch bowl pretty intently, mostly to make sure no one's trying to spike it.
And— at some point, while taking some time on the roof, to get a little air away from most people, she goes still.
"Found you." ]
...I know. [ Her voice is quiet. She's talking to someone not there, as most of them have been. ] Would you've...hated this too?
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It's honestly Peregrine's intention to stay there. To get herself something to eat and try to spend the night sleeping off the...everything. Truthfully, she hates the idea of a prom. The last time she ever saw her brother, he'd rushed into her room for last minute assistance with his bow-tie for his own senior prom. She thought she'd see him again when she woke up the next day, after he'd crash into bed at some ungodly hour. She thought nothing of it.
That hadn't been the case. Peregrine hates prom.
Except—
Except there's a little something that changes that. When she wakes and sits up fully, putting a hand to her head, she finds herself, her cloak all covered in dirt. She finds a jacket slipping off her bunk where it'd been laid across her like a blanket. It's a jacket she recognizes, and—
Well. A few things click into place pretty fast.
Peregrine rushes to prom maybe forty minutes late, tracking mud from her boots. Unlike everyone else, she's not dressed up. Her hair's messy but at least brushed, and her cloak's in desperate need of a wash. Under it, she's wearing...one of Janis's jackets. That's the only real change to her appearance. Instantly she looks and feels out of place. She's gasping slightly from running, but overall she looks better than she has the last few days. She's not even shivering.
She looks around, for someone specific— oh, who're we kidding? She's looking for Janis.
As the night goes on, she does seem to settle in. Still awkward, even if someone (Elle, LSP, probably one of them) has descended upon her and tried to make her look a little more presentable. Mostly she stays off by the edges, getting some nourishment and some water. She watches the punch bowl pretty intently, mostly to make sure no one's trying to spike it.
And— at some point, while taking some time on the roof, to get a little air away from most people, she goes still.
"Found you." ]
...I know. [ Her voice is quiet. She's talking to someone not there, as most of them have been. ] Would you've...hated this too?
[ Despite that...she's smiling, very sadly. ]
Still... Maybe it would've...been nice.
[ If she could've danced with him. ]