Rabbit

Cecile, 17, Lower Matriarch

Of all the days that had gone by thus far, this was most definitely the slowest one. Dreadful in a way that it made the day drag on and on until one wasn't sure how much time had passed, just that it had felt awfully longer than it ought to. That, in which of course priorly described, was the type of day Cecile had been experiencing and it was perhaps the worst thing she had dealt with in her 17 years of living.

Perhaps there could have been worse things but nonetheless, it was never a feeling that one liked to experience. No, she'd rather be outside practicing talisman drawing or studying so that she could perfect her physics grade instead of dealing with calculus class once more. It wasn't that she hated the class, more so that she wasn't fond of the time after their lesson where they had nothing to do but sit around, and Cecile brimming with anticipation for the day to be over.

"Henry, how much longer do we have of this horrid class?" Looking over at her moron of a desk partner, she caught the tail end of the glow that the sun lit window provided on his honey brown hair before that same sun hid behind a cloud once more.

"About two minutes after the last time you had asked, and of what rush do you have today? For all we are doing is going to the café once more, if my memory serves me well, as it so often does." He snorted, lazily flicking his hair so that he could see her once more, and simply stared at her.

"Sometimes I do think you are full of yourself Mister Xia." Henry just shook his head in resignation and gently placed his head back on the table before turning to face her and speaking once more.

"Are Emmeline and Lavinia joining us? I do suppose it wouldn't do us much good to just go alone, the two of us, that is, but I would like to see what art the person puts in your latte this time whether those two decide to join us or not. Do you wish to inquire whether he likes you or not? I don't suppose he does, but even so, those designs are rather cute if I might add." Tinkering laughter could be heard from him even through disappointed looks that she had sent him. All he got was a sniff in response, seeing that she judged him not worthy of a response once more. And to start math once more it was decided, seeing as their distraction was no longer holding power over them as it once had.

Various scratching sounds could be heard from around the room as each student worked on the aforementioned math, although worked may have been a bit of a strong word, seeing as over half of the students were either staring off into a vague middle distance or doing more talking than writing. Such a thing would have been tantalizing to Cecile, as she wasn't one to actually do math in the allotted time, preferring to scramble at the final seconds to get it done, but she had no desire to think of such a wretched thing in the later parts of the day and simply opted to do it in class for once.

Of course, once more, a day could not go by without some sort of interruption, where it be someone sticking paper airplanes in the ceiling or someone else eating cereal in the middle of class. Supposing that one would of course be illogical, as normal days were far and few between. So of course, in between the eating of a vegetarian burrito, the discussion of the difference between a wrap and burrito, and the slipping of someone's test grade under the projector (the score was an 8 out of 100, and how someone managed to get that alluded Cecile completely), an underclassman slipped in and gave her a letter, complete with an wax seal. Gaudy as usual, she was never sure if the design was ironic or not, and never remembered to ask, and probably never would for that matter.

"Clemonte." The telltale fragrance lingered on the note and she never understood why the sender sprayed it on the letter, but they were a sight to behold once completed. She nodded at the underclassman who took their leave.

Gently opening the letter, which contained the following.

"To Whom This May Pertain,
"Hello darling, I assume thine is once more avoiding math work. I should be disappointed, but my heart knows that you would be doing such once more, and therefore no longer feel like I should judge that of you. Yes, Emmeline and I will join you this afternoon, even if it is rather cold and I do not wish to be outside, as I so often don't, but alas, woe is me and I have fallen to my love's charm and will follow you. The food is good, and I suppose the company is as well, per usual,