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[div class=tag]outfit[/div] n/a. [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class=right] [div class=scroll] She met him in the entrance hall, a cavernous room with high ceilings and cool marble flooring. Even in the morning, he was beautiful: hair carefully styled, clothes pressed and ironed. He caressed her powdered cheek with the back of his thumb.
"What is it? Lipstick smudge?" Instinctively her own hand reached to bat his away and rub at her face. He only chuckled in response, and shook his head.
"No. As lovely as always, my darling." When he leaned down to plant a tender kiss on the top of her head, her whole body tensed. She couldn't figure out why. It was like waking up and trying to remember a dream, a dream that just escaped her grasp. But just as quickly as the unease had hit her, it melted away. He spoke again, "Ready?"
Holly nodded. With his hand hovering over the small of her back, they pushed through the grand double doors and out into the light of day. The splendour of the beginning of a new term at Vemrose had always fascinated Holly, she was intrigued by everything from the new and familiar faces to the mode of transportation they arrived in-- different kingdoms had different customs, and so while some students would be driven in long limousines, others would appear in ornate carriages drawn by a team of horses. She'd seen a boy walk through the gates once, and had been disappointed to learn that he'd been dropped off just out of sight to complete the journey on foot in an attempt to make some sort of impression. It must've worked, she supposed-- after all, she still remembered that entrance. But these arrivals were different. Not all of these students could boast fame or fortune, or a crown.
And that both excited and terrified her.
The fabric of her blazer was comforting as she smoothed down her uniform: it was like a second skin, it gave her her identity. Her eyes darted around the crowd at the base of the staircase, squinting a little in the light.
"Welcome, new-comers."
As his voice rang out across the courtyard, Holly continued to examine every face she could see, one by one. It was impossible to place where some of the new students were even from, but it was easy to tell that they were new.
"In a moment, we'll be showing you to your dormitories so you can get settled with your room-mates before we tour the school. However, I'd like to introduce you to your Head Girl, Holliday." His hand was against her body now, propelling her forward, yet not withdrawing. Suddenly, the heat from it was searing. Again, she didn't know why.
"Thankyou, Headmaster."
She stepped away from him and, all at once, assumed her persona. "On behalf of the student body, I'd like to welcome you to Vemrose Academy. I'm sure you'll be very happy here: I know I am."
Holly shared a sickly sweet smile with the man at her side. Too sweet. There was something glaringly artificial about her performance. "Now, please take a minute to talk amongst yourselves while we make sure they're ready for you upstairs, and remember: Holliday for Homecoming Queen!"
A wave of nausea hit her like a tonne of bricks. Still beaming that pageant-queen smile, she turned and fled back into the school.
In the crowd, chatter erupted. [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div]
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[div class=tag]outfit[/div] n/a. [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class=right] [div class=scroll] She met him in the entrance hall, a cavernous room with high ceilings and cool marble flooring. Even in the morning, he was beautiful: hair carefully styled, clothes pressed and ironed. He caressed her powdered cheek with the back of his thumb.
"What is it? Lipstick smudge?" Instinctively her own hand reached to bat his away and rub at her face. He only chuckled in response, and shook his head.
"No. As lovely as always, my darling." When he leaned down to plant a tender kiss on the top of her head, her whole body tensed. She couldn't figure out why. It was like waking up and trying to remember a dream, a dream that just escaped her grasp. But just as quickly as the unease had hit her, it melted away. He spoke again, "Ready?"
Holly nodded. With his hand hovering over the small of her back, they pushed through the grand double doors and out into the light of day. The splendour of the beginning of a new term at Vemrose had always fascinated Holly, she was intrigued by everything from the new and familiar faces to the mode of transportation they arrived in-- different kingdoms had different customs, and so while some students would be driven in long limousines, others would appear in ornate carriages drawn by a team of horses. She'd seen a boy walk through the gates once, and had been disappointed to learn that he'd been dropped off just out of sight to complete the journey on foot in an attempt to make some sort of impression. It must've worked, she supposed-- after all, she still remembered that entrance. But these arrivals were different. Not all of these students could boast fame or fortune, or a crown.
And that both excited and terrified her.
The fabric of her blazer was comforting as she smoothed down her uniform: it was like a second skin, it gave her her identity. Her eyes darted around the crowd at the base of the staircase, squinting a little in the light.
"Welcome, new-comers."
As his voice rang out across the courtyard, Holly continued to examine every face she could see, one by one. It was impossible to place where some of the new students were even from, but it was easy to tell that they were new.
"In a moment, we'll be showing you to your dormitories so you can get settled with your room-mates before we tour the school. However, I'd like to introduce you to your Head Girl, Holliday." His hand was against her body now, propelling her forward, yet not withdrawing. Suddenly, the heat from it was searing. Again, she didn't know why.
"Thankyou, Headmaster."
She stepped away from him and, all at once, assumed her persona. "On behalf of the student body, I'd like to welcome you to Vemrose Academy. I'm sure you'll be very happy here: I know I am."
Holly shared a sickly sweet smile with the man at her side. Too sweet. There was something glaringly artificial about her performance. "Now, please take a minute to talk amongst yourselves while we make sure they're ready for you upstairs, and remember: Holliday for Homecoming Queen!"
A wave of nausea hit her like a tonne of bricks. Still beaming that pageant-queen smile, she turned and fled back into the school.
In the crowd, chatter erupted. [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div]
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