✧༝┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉˚*❋ @Dale Kurt ❋*˚┉┉┉┉┉༝✧
Art or writing club! Those sounded like they could be interesting. Her mind drifted to the idea of sitting in a room with others and sharing drawings or tips on different mediums... possibly learning about new materials.. or even the possibility of sitting with others outside all drawing together, even just quietly in each other's company. It sounded so nice.
Writing could have its perks too... maybe even Dale would be in one of them, that would be even better.
”If you wanna join the club I'm in, I'm sure I could ask Savanna to let you join the Dark Witch Society, trust me it's much less scary than the name insists. ”
Lark froze. She felt a chill instantly trickle down the back of her neck. Something inside urged her to pick up her things and go. She didn't want to look rude.... Dale didn't seem like the type to have been caught up in the DWS.. She couldnt bring herself to look back to the messy haired boy. Staring down at her fingers white-knuckle gripping the edge of her notebook, Lark wet her lips with the tip of her tongue. What should she say? She wished at least one of the others were here with her to offer advice or hint at what she should do to respond. Had she trusted this boy too quickly? Silently she scolded herself.
"A..Arent you...muggle-born? The..the chemist comment. I just thought.." Lark wanted to understand why. Why would someone that seemed so kind be in line with Savannah... did that mean it really wasn't all that bad? But...James and Elzabeth.. their interaction with Savannah... she didnt know how to feel and it made a sick feeling swirl in her stomach. Trying to quell the nausea forming she cleared her throat.
"I just... I have heard of it.. briefly." She still couldnt move, her spine was rigid against the back of her chair. "Are you sure... I.." Maybe ... maybe Dale could explain.
"I havent heard the best things.. mostly how she treated my friends.." Finally she gave Dale a sidelong glance. She didn't think that the two had been dramatic about their run in with Savannah... there had to be more to this. A small part of her was curious however.. Dale could possibly fill in the gaps... 'what if he's here to hurt me...bring me right to Savannah, Elizabeth had been talking about kidnappings.' Her mind was starting to overload itself worrying about Dale's mention at the group.
"I'm not sure..." Her voice wavered as she returned her gaze to the book in front of her.
Stam: 4 - Ev: 6 - Str: 3 - Wis: 5 - AP: 7 - Acc: 5
In friendships we are searching for a soulmate, someone who shares every facet of their passions and imagination.