Gah.

Studying was boring. Very boring. ...D'you know what wasn't boring? Boys. French boys to be precise. Well, no. The plural was inaccurate. There was one particular French boy that was interesting. Who was like....in the same room as her. Aw crap. Her hair wasn't styled well. She wasn't wearing any make up. He definitely wouldn't like her looking like this. No one would. Not that that mattered. Only his opinion mattered. Where was he anyway? She brought the textbook down slightly so she could scope out the common room. AND THERE HE WAS.

GASTON. Or something. That was his name. Names didn't matter, though.

LEAVING.

NO.

WHAT.

WHY.

Asdfghjkl. Blue lifted the book up to hide her face again, just in case he saw her looking absolutely horrible. She couldn't have that. Where was he going??????? She peered at him again and watched him leave before jolting up and biting her lip. It was okay, he'd be back right? Right, right. And she had time to make herself look great, yes?