Friday, 12/20/2250 – by Nicole Adams. 

Adrian’s heart was still pounding, his sight dizzy, and he hardly knew how his legs hadn’t given out from under him. Maybe it was because the plan, the work, and the effort put into making sure everything went just right, had been worth it in the end. He’d sung, done his best to ignore the hundreds of eyes staring at him by focusing just on Rhea. He had shown more courage than he’d really thought he’d had as he pulled her into a dance. Now he had her by the hand, drawing her from the atrium and the crowd watching them go.

She had to have known, or at least suspected. He had seen the confusion and surprise in her eyes at the first note of the song, blaring above the noise of the crowd of students, the sharp blue fixing on him, her mind instantly working to identify him past the hair dye, the ornate mask, the colored contacts, and the dark clothes he’d donned. And, under suggestion from Aelita to make the ploy harder to see past in a second, he had changed the pitch of his voice to one deeper.

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But Can You Name The Face?

Friday, 12/20/2250 – By Rebecca Green

The whole school had prepared for this moment. Or rather, as always, a poor handful of prefects who had the responsibility of planning the whole charade dumped upon them. It had, however, turned out wonderful anyways. Each prefect had given their own expertise toward making the night a success and the entirety of the atrium had been transformed.

Couches and tables had been removed, with one single long table draped with a ruby red cloth against the back wall for refreshments. The wooden floor was sprinkled with millions upon millions of tiny pieces of glitter that the school would be finding more of for months to come. Magic, of course, vibrated in every corner. On the floor, where some of the glitter came to life and floated about in a short curtain of magnificence. Against the walls dozens of silk covered lanterns slowly moved about, giving a certain mystical ambiance to the room. The students had spent hours playing with their colors, the textures each light gave off, until it was perfect.

From the ceiling hung chandeliers, powered by magical energy, baskets of flowers and, while mistletoe had been duly forbidden, the kissing flower had still snuck its way in. Banners hung as well, welcoming students to the masquerade, along with one mandatory banner that dictated there be no inappropriate conduct, and that curfew was one in the morning.

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Thursday 12/19/2250 – By Rebecca Green

Gwen knocked two times, her heart in her throat as she did so. In her hands she held a small felt bag, light blue with a flowered pattern on the front. She didn’t know what she was going to say when the door opened, but she also tried not to think too much on it, or she might not do it at all.

To say she felt bad was an understatement; Gwen knew that lashing out against her sister had been uncalled for and unfair. She couldn’t even explain herself, not really. There was no rational explanation other than that she had been upset and the only way she could express that was through anger, and Aelita had been the only one around she could be angry with. And her sister had paid the price for it.

She was tired of being angry. It had been lonely, she’d never had very many friends in the first place and the couple she had gained over the past few years at the academy hadn’t bothered to keep contact as she became bitter. Art hadn’t made her feel any better, it was too close to Dad, but Blackhall hadn’t let her burn those stupid pictures like she’d wanted to. Though, while she would never admit it, she was kind of relieved that she still had the book stuffed in the depths under her bed, despite its missing pages.

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Mission Impossible: Part 2

Mon. 12/16/2250 – By Nicole Adams

Aelita was pumped. Her meeting with Vander had gone swimmingly and she could begin part two of her plan. Sitting on a bench in front of her electric piano, which she’d set up in the Auditorium, she waited for the librarian to show up. Which he’d better or she had no qualms about going to hunt him down. Everything was coming together nicely and she could only hope it would continue to do so in time for the rapidly approaching Masquerade.

The maiden had just begun to tap the bluetooth speaker against her hand, impatience rising rapidly, when the door opened and the very person she’d been waiting for entered, his amber gaze flicking to Aelita with a quiet, resigned sigh. He made his way to the stage, climbed the steps, and paused. He had just opened his mouth to speak when Aelita beat him to it, bouncing to her feet with a grin. “Nice of you to show up, Calver! Thought I was gonna have to come find you for a minute.”

“No, I’m here. What did you want to do?” He eyed the little speaker.

“Have you been practicing the song? Do you know it?” Aelita asked, blue eyes resting on the man’s face and she broke into a grin as he nodded.

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Mission Impossible (Part 1)

Mon. 12/16/2250 – By Rebecca Green

Aelita snuck her way through the halls. Which wasn’t entirely necessary, but it was half the fun of doing this. She didn’t need to, but she had distinct plans. Last week had been… difficult. She still couldn’t believe that she’d collapsed as she had. It was mortifying and she couldn’t bring herself to play all weekend. Her violin was destroyed, she’d have to get a new one. She had skipped Orchestra ever since, unwilling to play a school instrument. Thankfully, Professor Marquart seemed to understand and hadn’t told her off for it.

Yet, she was rather peppy. She was friends with Dora again-  the concert had given her quite the shake, and maybe that had been what she needed. Exams were this week, but she was confident in her abilities. Her violin was gone, but her best friend was back in her life and it sounded like Gwen might be coming around, and she was perfectly content with that.

Today, she had a mission. She’d been planning this for ages. Or, rather, three weeks. The librarian had been hesitant, but she was nothing if not persistent and the event had been planned out for the masquerade that Friday. School ended Thursday, allowing students to head home for Christmas break, or otherwise stick around long enough for the dance, if not the whole break.

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Text: Dora to Prefects

Monday, 12/16/2250

Dora Santos 3:21 PM: Testing
Aelita Rede, Alistair Gardner, Amelia Caverly, Anoubis Blackgate, Camilla Aune, Eugene Cupid, Laleh Dunn, Michael Murdoch, Miska Erdos, Nessa Marksen, Reid Firewolf, Sparky Keese, Svene Beaumont, Teagan Dunn, and Tiana Murdoch have been added.
Dora Santos 3:25 PM: Okay lovelies, I added all the prefects and a couple people who said they’d help with getting the ball ready. Feel free to add anyone else who said they’ll help. Please don’t leave because we need to coordinate times so we can get everything ready.
Svene Beaumont 3:26 PM: What do you need, Dora?
Camilla Aune 3:27 PM: We should finalize our committees, we talked about tasking but we didn’t make assignments
Camilla Aune 3:28 PM: We need decorations for the atrium and the dining hall, someone needs to be in charge of coordinating with the chefs, and we need a clean up crew. Someone also needs to make sure we have chaperones.
Michael Murdoch 3:30 PM: I can help with decorations, just tell me what you want done and I’ll get something together
Aelita Rede 3:32 PM: I have some designs drawn up, I’ll bring them over.
Miska Erdos 3:33 PM: Cool, I’ll grab them on my way out of the dorm, then you can go the hell back to bed
Aelita Rede 3:34 PM: Dude, it’s been like four days. I’m fine now.
Dora Santos 3:37 PM: Aelita, tomorrow can you come with me to the Staff Room to see who can help out by chaperoning at the dance?
Aelita Rede 3:39 PM: I know Vander is, I’ll bring a map to figure out where everyone is going too.
Dora Santos 3:42 PM: Okay, that’s great, hey Reid, while we’re working on all of this, can you make sure that the Eagle House doesn’t implode?
Reid Firewolf 3:46 PM: Yeah, sure
Sparky Keese 3:47 PM: I can get the music together, got a huge playlist
Dora Santos 3:48 PM: Okay cool, this is a really good start guys, why don’t we all meet up in the dining hall in like an hour and we can go through and make sure everything is settled while we have some snacks and stuff
Sparky Keese 3:51 PM: Works for me, see you in a bit
Nessa Marksen 3:53 PM: Okay. Sparky, bring your roommate, Lunette, I was talking to her about helping us with plants before she leaves.
Aelita Rede 3:54 PM: I’ll bring a list of profs and stuff 😀
Sparky Keese 3:56 PM: If I have to, sure XD


Mending Broken Things

Sunday, 12/15/2250 – Kayla Salmon

The snow was starting come down in soft flakes once again as Dora trekked back to the Primary Building. The swan maiden had been asleep all through the night and into the late morning and Dora had only left her side to get something to eat. When she had gone back, she heard her best friend at the end of the infirmary was awake and… She didn’t know. She felt awkward and like a horrible friend, having let Aelita down, her one best friend. The person who had helped her through so much in her own life, and then she wasn’t able to be there like she needed to be for the swan when her father was gone.

All because she couldn’t return her feelings. She had known since Aelita’s third year that the girl was a lesbian and it had never been anything but a passing thought. Aelita knew about the horrors Dora had gone through in her own childhood, and it was only due to years of therapy that she was only within the last year or so able to handle anyone showing her any sort of physical affection. Dating was almost a possibility at this point… but she’d never been interested in girls. Especially not Aelita, not because she wasn’t beautiful, or smart or any of those things. She was more the sister that Dora had needed, her closest confidante.

Instead she’d gone back to the Eagle’s house and sat in their quiet room as she decided what to do. How to feel. She never wanted to lose Aelita, they’d been best friends for six years, but if that was what Aelita wanted… The problem was she didn’t know what Aelita wanted. She knew about the crush, so she wanted them to be more than friends, but would she want to – be willing to – just keep their friendship? Dora had no clue. Instead she eventually summoned the courage and gathered some of Aelita’s belongings into a bag, things to keep her occupied while she was in the infirmary and headed downstairs.

She knew that the violin had been broken, she’d seen Gwen fiddling with it when she had come in, but to find that Rayden had been horrible enough to throw it into the fire made her irritable and even more anxious about talking with Aelita. She didn’t know if anyone had told the seventh year her violin was broken and now she’d have to explain there was little to nothing left of it. She kicked some of the snow out of her way as she took the steps up to the Primary Building and pressed through into the warmth of the main hall. Night had already fallen and the white lights of the academy lit her path to the infirmary. The dining hall was full of noisy students, but she blocked it out as her gut turned.

Pausing by the door to the infirmary, she twisted the strap of the bag in her hands and peered inside. It was quiet, but the lights were on, even if a bit dim, and she didn’t see Ourani at first, so she took quick steps into the room and towards the back, where Aelita had been sleeping before. The girl was indeed awake, slumped on the pillow of the infirmary bed, her phone in her face as she scrolled her finger across the screen.

Aelita, who had been asleep a majority of the last twenty-four hours, still felt exhausted. She barely remembered the night before- she remembered the faint sound of Christmas music through the haze of her memories. One moment she had been dancing and then she was in the infirmary, and her head and hand hurt. She’d landed on it and Ourani assured her it wasn’t broken at least, but it still hurt. There was actually only a little blood (comparatively for her) to speak of, but Ourani had been very adamant that she stay another night.

And really, Aelita couldn’t complain. She’d woken up finally around eleven. Her first visitor had been Ross and then Amelia and Camilla had come by. Camilla got her caught up on the wrangling of their house the night before and Amelia had a ‘get well’ card that she’d passed around. Aelita appreciated both. She’d been forced back into solitude for a little while as Ourani checked her bandages and made sure she was healing properly- and then, at three, she got a nice annoying call from her mother. Mom was angry, berated her for losing control of herself and Aelita just agreed with everything she said to get her off the phone, and then quickly turned her phone off for a bit, choosing to take a nap and try to forget the feeling of disappointment.

She woke up again a couple hours later and realized she was terribly bored. Ourani promised to talk to Ross to get her some things to work on, but she had paperwork to do. Aelita grumbled and mindlessly flicked through facebook- Desiree and Cleo had stopped by and shown her where to find the video that had already been posted of her fall. She watched it once and then quickly tried to forget how dumb she’d looked on stage. She was looking through some pictures someone had posted earlier in the day – Nikaia and Malena were putting paper snowflakes all over the Owl’s dorm. The door opened, and she briefly glanced up, expecting some student who needed Ourani.

Instead she saw her… best friend? Aelita wasn’t sure what they were right now- but her first reaction was a wide smile. “Dora!” Her smile faded just a bit as she quickly reined herself in, the familiar embarrassment of her confession sinking back in. “How, uh, how are you?”

“I’d be better if you weren’t in the infirmary,” she said lightly, taking the last few steps so she stood at the foot of the girl’s bed. She hadn’t quite known how Aelita would react to her, since all the swan had done over the past few weeks was avoid her at all costs. She felt a little bit of her nervousness lift at the familiar response, even with the awkward question that followed. She brought the strap of the bag over her head and set it gently on the bed.

“I brought you some stuff, your textbooks, binders, uh, your music player and headphones-” she trailed off as Aelita sat up in the bed and looked at the bag and the items within with interest. She was glad that Dora thought to grab things for her, especially the textbooks, since finals had only just started and would run through the rest of the next week. However, her worries and plans quickly became unimportant when Dora sighed heavily.

“Aelita, we’re still best friends, right?” Dora asked hesitantly, worried about what the swan’s answer would be. Aelita could feel the tension between them and the hesitance in Dora’s voice. She folded her hands neatly in front of her and looked down for just a moment. The last she’d really talked to Dora, Aelita had run from the room trying not to cry. Ever since, she’d done nothing except every part of her being into school and music, because those were two things she couldn’t possibly screw up. And the embarrassment that flooded her every time she saw Dora was damning.

She tapped the sheet over her legs on the bed once and then looked back up toward Dora. “We’re always going to be best friends.” She replied, “I do love you, because you’ve been my best friend for years and I don’t know what I’d do without you. But that doesn’t mean I have to be in love with you.”

Finally, she looked down again and gave a sort of half shrug, pink brushing her cheeks. “I just don’t want to lose you, whatever that means for us.”

Dora let out a sigh of relief and nodded her head in agreement. “You’re my best friend and basically my sister, my mom would adopt you if she could,” she said, a slow smiling spreading across her lips. “I know it must be weird and awkward, but I’m willing to do just about anything if it means we can still be friends.” It was true, outside of actually returning her crush, Dora would be willing to do almost anything if it meant keeping her best friend.

Aelita nodded again as well. She couldn’t say she didn’t still have feelings for Dora- and it kind of hurt that Dora didn’t return them, but she knew she had to put that aside. Dora was too important to her and Dora had been through enough. Aelita just wanted to have someone back on her side, after losing all three of her most important people in the span of a month.

“I’m sure your mom would.” She replied, another small smile returning. “I don’t think I’d even mind, my Mom went nuts when she called after J’Dvouir told her about the fall.” She laughed, “I’m pretty sure she thinks I’ve become a hopeless drug addict.”

The sixth year shook her head as she sat on the edge of the bed. “You? A drug addict? Maybe if someone put something in your hot chocolate,” she teased, glad to fade back into their normal banter. “You can just move into my room at Mom’s apartment and be done with it.” She was finally feeling the warmth of the infirmary and she pulled her coat off her shoulders, holding it in her lap.

“I’d miss Grandma’s nitpicking and Phil’s fudge too much.” Aelita replied, readjusting herself to more comfortably talk to the other girl. While Phil’s fudge was amazing, Dora didn’t get along all that well with Aelita’s grandmother. The older woman had never been outright mean to her, or anything less than polite, but she would occasionally give a backhanded compliment or act like she was talking about things that Dora couldn’t understand.

However, Dora knew how Aelita got around midterms and finals, which was always a full blown panicked frenzy. Usually it just meant that she forgot to eat for a day or two, or that she was up for two or three nights in a row practicing on her violin, or studying for finals. But finals had only just started and this had been going on for weeks. She knew it had to do with her father’s death, and Dora had been prepared to help her try and cope with her grief, but she couldn’t with the swan avoiding her.

“Are you okay, though?” Dora prompted after a slight pause, becoming more serious, “Eggie and the others told me about the texts and the constant practicing…” She’d been worried, but hadn’t been able to help or do anything, not with the swan avoiding her at all costs.

Aelita shrugged again at the question. “I don’t know, I think I just needed to shut everything out for a bit.” It was hard to explain. “Mom’s still dragging her feet about the arrangements, and Gwen won’t let me talk to her at all.” She tapped the sheet again, “But the concert is over, and break will be here soon.”

“Lita,” Dora said softly, putting her hand over her friend’s, “You need to talk to Gwen, about everything that’s going on, about your dad and your mom… She’s worried about you, I’m worried about you,” she stressed. “We all are.”

“I’ve tried talking to her.” Aelita replied, glancing toward the window now. “She doesn’t want anything to do with me- I think she blames me.” It wasn’t that Aelita was mad at Gwen, not at all. She knew how close Gwen was with their dad, and how alienated she often felt from their mother and grandmother- too often compared to Aelita herself and not allowed to take a different path, be her own person. Dad had let her, he’d taught her how to paint and helped her dye her hair crazy colors. “I don’t know how to make her listen.”

“I should have taken her to the hospital.” Aelita went on, her voice softer and still not looking toward Dora. Of course, Aelita wasn’t a crier, it was exceptionally rare that anyone would see her cry. Ross – and Amelia. She wouldn’t now, but her gaze was a bit steely. “Or… maybe told her differently. I don’t know.” She was afraid- she was going to lose Gwen, even if Gwen forgave her, the girl had changed. Dad was the one who knew how to talk to Gwen.

Dora nodded her head slowly as Aelita spoke. “Maybe,” she said quietly, “But I’m sure you told her the best way you could at the time,” she consoled. “You didn’t know how serious it was, and like you said before, he’d been in the hospital so many times, you didn’t have a reason to think this would be different.”

She paused before repeating something she’d said before, “Your mom shouldn’t have kept it from you and once Gwen gets through her own grief, she’ll know that. She knows how your mom is, and she’ll rant to you about how it was such a stupid and horrible way to handle it.” She’d seen these kinds of arguments happen between the pair of sisters before, even if they had never lasted this long, or been about something this serious. Besides, she didn’t know what else to advise on Gwen. She hadn’t looked angry with Aelita when Dora had seen her staring so intently at the broken violin in the common room, and she’d certainly been pissed off at Rayden about burning it. Just like that Dora remembered the violin and she felt the color fade from her face. Crap, she was going to have to tell Aelita about her violin.

Aelita didn’t really have much to say at first. Yes, her mother had fucked it up. Maybe Gwen would realize that, or maybe the grief would separate the two girls permanently. She couldn’t tell, with Gwen avoiding her when she could and giving her nasty comments when she couldn’t. There was nothing Aelita could have done, or could do now, besides give her sister space, but that was driving her insane.

Instead, she narrowed her eyes in confusion as Dora suddenly went pale. “What’s wrong?” She pressed- had Gwen told her something?

Dora pulled her hand back and wrung it in the other, staring a hole into the spot next to where her hand had been a moment before. “So…” She paused and licked her lips before looking up and making eye contact again. “You know how you… you know, were holding your violin when you fell?” She asked quietly.

Aelita hardly remembered the damn fall, to be honest. Just… playing, and then nothing. Like in a dream, when you were moving but not quite fast enough. “Yeah?” She replied slowly, “Ross said it fell next to me, and that Gwen had it. Why?”

Dora wrung her hand again, but this time kept eye contact. She had to tell her, or else she would feel so ashamed about keeping it from her. Aelita expected the worst, certainly. She wouldn’t be surprised if the violin was broken, and honestly- that wouldn’t be too awful. Aelita had gone through several violins growing up, and obtaining an extra wouldn’t be too difficult. However, this violin was quite special to her. But even broken- she could make something of it, maybe hang it on her wall, or get it fixed up to display, even if it wouldn’t play to the level she needed.

“Yeah,” she said, nodding her head slightly, “It…it broke when it fell, and Gwen grabbed it and has it-” she cut off as she bit her bottom lip before blurting out, “Rayden was being an absolute fucking bitch and took it and threw it in the fire in the common room!” She exclaimed and then froze, because she rarely ever cursed and she hadn’t meant to, but in forcing it all out, it had slipped in.

Dora put one of her hands over her mouth in surprise at her own outburst as Aelita’s eyes widened. “The fire?” She exclaimed. “Why the fuck would she do that- it’s gone??”

Dora threw her hands up, a mixture of emotions swirling in her. She was angry at Rayden for doing something so horrible and stupid, happy that her and Aelita were okay, and still worried for her best friend. “I don’t know! It’s like she’s a freaking idiot or something,” she exclaimed, “And, Gwen- her and Noklie used the fire place’s pokers to get bits out when I was coming over here, so I don’t know what they managed to get out-” She cut off, calming down. “I already felt like crap because of everything and then that happened and I wasn’t there to stop Rayden from being just, the nasty bitch she is… I’m sorry.”

Aelita growled to herself, raising both hands and smacking the bed. Rayden had been the bane of her since their first year together, and she didn’t understand how Rayden seemed to have not a single drop of common decency. “I’m going to fucking kill her, I swear to god.” She hissed, “She just wants to make it all about her and have a nice laugh about destroying my shit.”

Dora nodded her head in agreement. Usually she was more than happy to try and play peacekeeper when Aelita and Rayden began to get into it, but this was not the time. Here she was trying to help her best friend grieve over her father’s death, while also trying to wrangle the Eagles, and Rayden was going around making everything ten times harder.

Aelita huffed again, calming as she got over the shock of the news. “It’s not your fault she’s an asshole, how the hell did she even get it?”

“Gwen had it,” she explained, “she was working on it, or seeing if she could put some of it back together I think, and she was in the common room, and I guess Rayden just grabbed it and threw it in the fireplace!”

Aelita hadn’t thought too much about Gwen having the violin- mostly assuming that Gwen would have grabbed it just because, or maybe someone had given it to her to hold onto. It surprised her a bit- Gwen was trying to fix it. Maybe that meant Gwen didn’t entirely loathe her, not anymore.

The realization didn’t help very much, though, as she continued to gripe and rave, “She just took it from her?” What so now Rayden thought she could bully her little sister too? Aelita tried to be friendly – okay that was a lie, but she at least was never outright mean.

“Apparently!” Dora said in response. Even though she wished Rayden hadn’t done anything to what remained of the violin, she was almost a bit glad to have something to be angry and annoyed about, instead of focusing on the awkwardness of their time apart, or the guilt about not being able to help Aelita more.

“When did this happen?” Aelita demanded before carrying on without pausing, “What the hell is Ross going to do about it? Murdoch should just kick her out already, all she does is ruin people’s shit! I can’t believe she saw my sister holding my broken violin, and thought the right thing to do was incinerate it! Who does that?”

“Just now,” Dora explained, answering her questions in order as best as she could, “I haven’t had a chance to talk to Blackhall or Murdoch about it, I was on my way here and,” she shrugged, “I needed to talk to you about everything and then this happened and I didn’t want you finding out on accident from someone else.” She shook her head, “It’s late now, so I bet Murdoch is at his house, but I’ll make sure to track Blackhall down and give him a write up for it, because that is absolutely ridiculous.”

“Thank god.” Aelita replied vindictively, “Hopefully they come to their senses, Rayden’s had to have broken two of my phones at this point.” She vividly remembered Rayden smashing her smartphone on their first day of school together.

“I mean, she’s not here on a scholarship, or she’d have been out of here years ago,” Dora said with some annoyance. Sometimes it was nice that the school was so lenient on its students behavior and other times it was just annoying, especially with some of the students who didn’t take their schooling seriously or were just mean to the other students.

Aelita crossed her arms and sighed, before looking back at Dora with a raised eyebrow, and a quirk of her lip. “Did anyone ever actually write me up for that group text?” She asked, “I guess I should apologize to Valentina?”

Dora laughed at the memory and shook her head. “Ha, no, they were annoyed, but they didn’t. I think if you had done it again, they might have.” Eglantine, Eugene, and several of the others had found her that morning and showed her the texts. She’d been exasperated and tried to talk to Aelita about it, but when she’d tried to corner the swan in the auditorium, she had grabbed her violin case and ran.

Aelita nodded- she’d felt a little bad about the texts (though she was still vaguely annoyed they brushed her off so easily, the timing may have been wrong but a bit more practice would have been great). Maybe she’d send a few of them gift baskets, or maybe she could pay one of the dwarves on campus to deliver a kiss-o-gram.

She shook off the topic, glad that they were clearly still friends- conversation came easily, but there was something she thought was more pressing. “So, if Rayden took it from Gwen… how is she? Is she… still angry?”

Dora tilted her head as she thought about how Gwen had been during everything. She’d been pretty heated, but then after the concert, she’d been quiet and reserved, like she was lost in her thoughts. “I don’t think she’s angry anymore, at least, not with you and not as much with the world,” she said with a slight tease about the younger girl.

While she hadn’t been there to witness Gwen retrieving the violin, others had. “Some of the sixth and seventh years who were cleaning up told me she got it herself and took it back to the Eagle house,” she explained. “She’s been fiddling with it ever since.”

That was good- Gwen was at least starting to calm down. Maybe she hadn’t accepted reality yet, but she was learning to live with it. “I wouldn’t want to be Rayden tonight.” She replied idly, picking up her phone to check the time. “It’s not hard to set Gwen on a warpath.”

She looked back at Dora. “What do you think I should do? Should I- Should I talk to her?” Or would Gwen just be worse again, losing Aelita’s violin, and that was what really made Aelita angry. Not that she lost the violin, but that Rayden had took it from her little sister when Gwen just wanted to fix it. “I’m never sure what will set her off anymore.” She confessed.

Dora leaned back and shook her head, “No, I asked her to come with me, and I thought she might say yes, but just said, ‘not right now’.” She was hopeful that it meant she’d find her sister soon and talk to her, it had been almost a month and neither of them had been in a good place since their father’s death.

“I think you should leave her alone until she comes to you,” Dora added. “I’ll try and talk to her about it.”

Aelita nodded, she didn’t want to wait, but she knew she couldn’t push Gwen. Maybe in the meantime she could try and figure out what the hell was going on with her Mom. “Hopefully soon.” She replied, “I have plans I want-”

The door from the office opened, and the nurse was on her phone. She looked up and over, and sighed heavily when she saw Dora. “What are you doing here! It’s almost nine, go back to your dorm.”

Dora’s eyes widened and she looked at Aelita once before standing up and pulling her coat back on over her shoulders. “I just came to give her some things,” she said quickly, giving Aelita a smile. “Sorry, I’ll head out now.”

“Party pooper,” Aelita complained with a smile, waving goodbye, “I’ll see you later Dora, remind me to tell you about my plans later.”

Ourani raised an eyebrow, and stepped aside to usher the girl on, “As long as it’s not in my infirmary. I can’t leave until you do.”

Dora nodded her head at both Aelita and the nurse, letting the older woman usher out of the room before the door shut behind her. She was fine though, she had her best friend back, and her stomach was no longer in knots. Even if her violin had been broken, things would be alright. First, she needed to find their head of house so she could write down what Rayden had done.