Well, About That- [Mary]

[Ansigar Hartwig]

Somehow it always seemed like things around the ‘special’ dorm managed to weave themselves into complex issues that ended up in complex situations such as the one that Ansigar found himself currently in. What had started out as a night sharing drinks and discussing (read: complaining about) the students that inhabited the dorm with one of his younger colleagues had managed to become a rather needlessly complicated mess of obligations and duties that he had little idea how to currently handle. When in the world had everything shifted from ‘well, I owe you one’ to ‘sure, let’s go out and make this something terribly, needlessly overcomplicated’? Apparently he hadn’t been paying attention at that point, that was for sure, and so now he was stuck in his room, staring at his unamused reflection and trying to decide if the potential bodily harm that would be wrecked on him if he didn’t show would be worth a quiet night in. Then again, the chances of it actually being a quiet night were slim, given how dramatics and tempers seemed to flare with everyone. Not to mention that the taste of the Scotswoman’s wrath that he had already been treated too was a bit disconcerting, especially if that was only annoyance.


It wasn’t as if he hadn’t done things such as this before (quite the contrary, actually, because when he had first arrived he had gone out with his colleagues quite a bit, before he had decided that it was a complete waste of time), but there was just something odd about it this time. Perhaps it just was because it had been a long time, but he was actually, what...nervous? Or something of the sort, perhaps. While it definitely wasn’t the same sort of loathing that he generally felt when things revolved around, well, everything that generally went on in his daily life, it wasn’t a normal emotion that he was generally used to being stuck with. Feh, whatever. Everything was already so needlessly complicated, so of course his own thoughts would have to follow that same train of logic. How annoying.

In the end, however, it was just simpler to put everything out of mind and go along with whatever life had in store for him that night. If that meant that he had to dress nice and take a younger colleague out, fine, so be it. It had taken some time before he had managed to find something that he felt the other party would deem ‘acceptable’, especially after she had seemed so impatient to dress up herself, but it was nice to finally put that green tie he had been given to use. The German man wasn’t used to being gifted such expensive things, and frankly it had made him uncomfortable that someone, a student no less, had wasted their money on him, and so the tie had sat in the back of his closet for some time. Now however, it complimented the simple white shirt and black slacks that he had chosen, and so he deemed himself presentable enough to go find the Scotswoman, wherever she had gotten to.

That was a bit of a problem, actually, because for all that he helped run the dorm for, he wasn’t entirely sure what all went on up on the girls’ floor, and where in the world she was, for that matter. A flicker of agitation crossed his face for a moment before it settled on the default ‘annoyed’ yet again. Fine, she would have to pass through the entryway, so it was just easier to make his way there and wait, even if it would make him feel like nothing short of a fool, just standing there with nothing apparent going on.

With a quick stop to his desk to snag his wallet and keys, he made his way out and down the stairs, stopping only to reprimand a wayward student that was staggering about. Really, he didn’t care if the little shits drank, but he was of the opinion that if they were going to, they should at least have been smart about it. A few minutes of harsh half-threats, and he was on his way again, and soon enough he was leaning back against one of the walls in the entryway, glaring at whomever so much as looked over at him. He felt awkward, he probably looked worse, and it was nothing more than a defense mechanism to blatently let everything and everyone around know it through huffiness. Hopefully she wouldn’t take too long, because really, he wasn’t sure how long he could deal with his own nerves.

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[Mary Campbell]

What on earth was she doing?

Mary sighed, looking up at the stars through the window by the door. Well, she was waiting, for one thing. For what thing, though? It was supposed to only be drinks, outside of the dorms, away from the bloody children.

Away from him, with someone perhaps a bit closer to her own age. He didn't look terribly old, not more than 25, but she swore sometimes the man acted like a forty-year-old the way he went on about the "damn kids". The Scotswoman stifled a small chuckle at the thought; honestly, she found the German's rambling amusing.

Seeing him serious was a different thing, though. Her smile faded into thought once again at the memory of a few nights previous. What had possessed her to sing those words? She hadn't spoken German in years, and humming the spell worked just as fine as using words.

Maybe that was why she was here now, waiting for him again with a toy gun in her purse, wearing a sky-coloured dress she'd bought that morning. She rather liked it - the sales clerk had called it infinity. It allowed her to be demure without being frumpy, which was terribly difficult to do these days.

At the sound of aggravated snarling from upstairs, Mary looked up, rising carefully from the sill and making sure her dress fell straight before looking up at him as he descended. He, like she, was a bit more polished than usual (she'd made sure to brush all the snarls out of her hair, even!) but not too overdone. He was even wearing his favourite scowl.

Perfect for a casual night out.