fandomhighdorms | Third Floor Common Room, Saturday Afternoon

Elsa had woken up today knowing straightaway that her powers appeared to have gone into some sort of... remission or something. There was no frost in her bedsheets, there was no need for her usual 'conceal, don't feel,' mantra. And, in a fit of daring, she'd left her gloves on her nightstand before making her way out into the common room. If it was safe to be social today, she was going to make the most of it.

By some miracle, she'd figured out how to work the kettle (the fact that the plug looked about the right size to fit into the outlet had been a good hint), and she'd made herself some tea. She hadn't quite worked her way up to the point of turning on the television yet, but she had found a ball of yarn and a crochet hook, and while she'd never really tried crochet before, she seemed to be a good way along in making the first of a pair of long lace gloves. It was remarkable what a person could do with their hands when they weren't wearing thick gloves over them all of the time, apparently.

As she crocheted, she hummed a little to herself. Today was shaping up to be a pleasant day, and she'd worry about what was going on with her powers later.

[OOC: That moment when two people post the same common room at the same time. Changed to afternoon, and open!]

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"You have-- had powers?"

Elsa was learning all sorts of things about her classmates today! Look at that!

"I ... did, yes," Eleanor said, now watching the other girl with a small amount of trepidation. "I'm not like other people. It's ... quite a long story and not a pleasant one, but the powers, that was the part I liked, and now they're gone."

There. If Elsa wanted to call her a freak, she was welcome to it.

Elsa was really in no position to go pointing fingers. Though it took one to know one, right?

"I'm beginning to get the feeling that nobody here is really 'like other people,'" she admitted. "I don't... necessarily think that's a bad thing. It's just a bit surprising, I guess."

Eleanor relaxed, visibly, if only a little.

"Someone said that in one of my classes," she said. "That this place was filled with people who were odd or strange. The teacher lit into him for it. He said it wasn't all right to call people strange, just based on ... how they were."

It explained weirdly. Her verbal skills were seriously subpar, today.

"I don't know why I was so reluctant to tell you," she admitted. "I've ... been discussing them in class, and that feels safe enough. I just keep expecting someone to ... flinch, I suppose. Call me a freak."

"You're out of sorts today," Elsa offered, gently. "You woke up expecting to be one thing, and you were something else. I think that's cause for some reluctance. But I certainly don't think you're a freak, Eleanor."

"Thank you," Eleanor said, offering a weak smile. "Though that's hardly ... that is. You don't think it now, but there are things you might learn, and that might ..."

She facepalmed, again. "Can we pretend I stopped at 'thank you'?"

It was lovely to hear, even if she didn't believe it.

"We can pretend that, if you like," Elsa murmured with a small nod. "Though... everybody has some secrets. I can't imagine there's anything about you that would bother me as much as you think it would."

"That's easier to say from your vantage point than mine," Eleanor said with a wry smile, "since I know what I'm speaking of, and you don't. Do you really think everyone has secrets? Maybe we're all so busy being scared someone else will see our own that we never notice anyone else's."

"Well, how is anyone supposed to see what's eating at the people around them if nobody ever looks beyond themselves?"

Elsa offered Eleanor a wry smile right back.

"Half of us are hiding, and the other half are wondering why anyone would ever want to hide, I think."

Third Floor Common Room, Saturday Afternoon

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