Second Floor Common Room; Sunday Morning [07/02].

[what_big_teeth]

It was such a dark, gloomy, rainy, sometimes stormy, humid day that Eleanor didn't have much motivation to do anything, but she did, she realize, sort of go into a kind of automatic mode. She'd woken up early, as if her body still felt as though it had to be ready for mass, bright and early, or else she'd face the wrath of the nuns, but there was no mass to go to. She knew there was a church on the island, of course, and considered going there just to scratch some habitual itch, but instead, she rerouted to the common room, poked around for some food for breakfast, and made herself some tea, after failing to figure out quite how to use the drip machine for coffee on the counter.

She sat at the table with a bowl of bright and colorful cereal, hunched over it and the book of poetry splayed out before her, and just sort of enjoying the quiet solitude of the morning, figuring everyone else would still be sleeping, especially with nuns to harass and harangue them toward mass, especially with the warm, gloomy, lethargic weather.

[[ but the common room is, of course, very open! ]]

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[amicia_the_amazon]

The expression on Amicia's face turned wry. "Tired?" she offered.

She should, she reflected, make more of an effort to meet her roommate in the middle.

[what_big_teeth]

Eleanor hummed softly with the confirmation that she hadn't really hit it exactly, and shook her head a little. "I was thinking lazy," she explained, "but tired isn't an..." She gave a faint smile. "...erreur complète."

[amicia_the_amazon]

"Ah," Amicia said, a hint of mischief returning. "Tu as la flemme."

[what_big_teeth]

"Oui," there was a soft laugh and a nod of appreciation for the assistance. "Je suis très flemme. And now that I think about it, I've definitely heard Sœur Thérèse calling some of the lazier girls in French class that before."

[amicia_the_amazon]

"Sœur Thérèse," Amicia echoed. She took a few steps, pulled up a chair, and finally sat down at the table with Eleanor. Her breakfast could watch. "She is your French teacher?"

[what_big_teeth]

"Was," Eleanor said, with a nod. "At my old school. St. Brigid's." Her smile went rueful. "Je n'étais pas très bon."

[amicia_the_amazon]

"Je suis désolée," Amicia said, frowning. "She was not a good teacher?"

[what_big_teeth]

Eleanor breathed out a soft laugh. "Je n'étais pas un bon étudiante," she corrected, and then, wryly: "Flemme. Indifférente. But quiet enough to go unnoticed."

[amicia_the_amazon]

Amicia nodded. "I understand," she said. "C'est la première école où je suis allé. Je ne sais pas ce qui fait un bon étudiante."

[what_big_teeth]

"I'm not sure this school's a good one for comparison," Eleanor warned her with a faint smile. "It's nothing like St. Brigid'a. But there? It was discipline et travail acharné...neither of which seem very importante here."