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Post by Elizabeth on Jan 31, 2011 13:51:17 GMT -5
Biting the inside of her cheek, Maria carefully made her way down the hall and paused at the top of the stairs. Her hair, still damp from a shower, hung limply around her shoulders to her lower back. The normally snowy-white strands looked darker with the low-light and addition of water, taking on almost a silver hue. Her arms felt cold against the dorm's cool air and suddenly the Prussian wished she had put on more than a simple black tank-top and dark blue jeans. Her pale fingers were twitching uncomfortably and felt unnaturally cold under the black fabric of her gloves.
Why she was so nervous over a simple talk, she couldn't imagine. It wasn't even as if the person she planned to visit knew she was coming. It had been spur of the moment, really. After fencing practice that afternoon Maria had decided that enough was enough and she was going to confront the matter at hand. Fretting over something wasn't like her at all, and the fact that the problem didn't seem to want to go away wasn't helping the matter.
Which meant that it needed to be confronted, and there was only one person she knew who could both be trusted and likely give her an answer without sugar-coating it. Normally, her uncle would be the first person she ever went to when there was a problem, but as much as she adored the man who she viewed as her father, socially, her guardian was somewhat clueless. For all the good it would have done, she could have drawn a face on a potato and gotten more help by giving it a voice herself. And somehow, the silverette was quite sure that such an action wouldn't help the problem in the slightest.
Sighing heavily, Maria grit her teeth and straightened herself, quickly slipping down the stairs before she could change her mind. The soft pitter-pat of her bare feet on the carpeted floor was the only sound she could hear, which came as a relief. It was after the week-day curfew, and according to the rules, she should have been in her dorm asleep. If Ansigar was on patrol or happened to hear her movement, she'd be done for. That meant she had to act quickly.
A grin graced her lips as she stared down the empty hallway of the boys floor, allowing her to effortlessly make her way to the end of the floor. Crimson eyes shifted up and down the hall, ensuring that she wasn't going to get caught, before giving the door in front of her several soft, but sharp knocks. "Francis...?" she hissed quietly, praying that the Frenchman was still away. "Francis, open your door, bitte. I need to talk to you."
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So, I invited 'Tonio, too. Maybe she texted him and he's already waiting in Francis' room with him? :3 *just a suggestion* |
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