[Sept. 7/11] The Gardens, Afternoon

[silentsorrow]

It was not strictly the gardens that she had secreted herself away in. There were nooks and crannies all over the school grounds, filled with benches and trees and flowering bushes and vines. It was one of these, tucked around the very edge of the gardens proper and thus usually overlooked, that Sarah had claimed as her own years ago.

The nook was cold from the presence of spirits for all that none were visible at the moment. A statue of some ancient mage, in flowing robes, stood over her with his hands upraised. His pedestal made an excellent support for her back as she leaned against it and the grass was still soft and green—autumn had not yet touched it. Sarah toyed with the grass, unbothered by the chill of ghosts, and raised her face to the sun. Her lunch had been eaten and she had the afternoon free to do as she wished.

What she wished was to be exactly where she was, alone and forgotten by all but the dead.

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[tomorrowrain]

"Sorry," Raine offered, not entirely certain what to make of that sigh, himself. "What I get from other people isn't really everything people seem to think it is, either, though. It's usually just gut feelings and whispers and shivers up my spine."

Unless he was sleeping. Then all bets were off.

[silentsorrow]

That was true, she realized. He would only really be learning to shift through the information his magic gave him now and it was only the beginning of the year. Perhaps he was telling the truth.

She shrugged at him, not quite sure how to reassure him that she was, in fact, pleased, and reached to pat his arm before pointing at the history book. He should study and he still had her binder.

[tomorrowrain]

"Right, sorry," Raine murmured, sheepishly offering her binder back. She was probably going to need that. "What homework do you have?"

If it was anything but history, he could probably help her out with that, too.

[silentsorrow]

The binder was a comforting weight as she took it and flipped through the dividers until she found the section she wanted, the one marked by a green tab. From her bag Sarah pulled another textbook and held it up. Economics.

She made a bit of a face at it because, really, it wasn't her favourite subject. The most interesting thing she found about it was the fact that her green tab reminded her of money and while money wasn't precisely what economics were about, she hadn't known that back in grade nine, when the subject that first been introduced. Then, she had thought it was just about money. Now she knew better but the correlation between her tab and her subject still amused her, in any case.

With a sigh she set the book on her lap and flipped in open. She supposed she'd work on it. Even if it was dull.