Amanda, Betsy - Sunday night
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xp_logsAn attack of jet lag means there's one student wandering the halls when Betsy finally emerges from her self-imposed exile. It's something of an anti-climax.
Amanda was experiencing definite deja vu. Unable to sleep for jet lag, her system insisting it was Still Early yet, she found herself wandering towards the kitchen, much as she did her first night in the mansion. Of course, this time she knew her way around enough to not need the location spell, but still, it was strange.
It'd been the same routine for Betsy for the past few days. Try not to think too much on what's happened, avoid the journals at all costs, and attempt to maintain her sanity. Though, she should've realized earlier that while she barely listened to the advice of others, why would she expect to do things for her own mental well-being. Perhaps, it was her threadbare grip on her sanity that should be blame for her midnight romp through the halls.
It was a big mansion. There should have been plenty of ways for the two to avoid each other. But sometimes there's no way of avoiding the inevitable. Or coincidence. And so it was that Amanda rounded the corner and almost smacked into an obviously pre-occupied Betsy.
A protective hand, holding and keeping Amanda at bay, steadied both women. Betsy slowly released the young girl, recognizing her from the journal system and from her counterpart's memories. She placed a painful smile on her face, as she spoke. "I'm quite sorry about that."
"No harm done." Amanda looked up into Betsy's face, remembering the last time she'd been so close to the older woman. That time she'd seen Kwannon. This time was altogether different; she focussed her power the way Romany had taught her, making herself see Betsy. And it was only Betsy. She smiled, and stuck out her hand. "Amanda," she said. "We haven't properly met before." There was no trace of fear in her eyes.
She wearily eyed the offered hand before shaking it. "No, I guess not." Betsy withdrew her hand, her expression pensive. She seriously didn't expect anyone to be travelling the halls this late, and still approach her without any fear. "Nice to meet you, formally then, Amanda."
"I dunno 'bout you, but I could do with a cuppa." Amanda jerked her head in the direction of the kitchen. "Shinobi laid in a stock of the real stuff, from home, not the shite in the bags you get here. An' there's no point makin' a pot just for meself. So you could do me a favour an' join me?"
Betsy hesitated. "Amanda, you don't have to..."
"No, I don't. But I am. An' you don't have to neither, but I have t' tell you, I make a great cup of tea." Amanda's smile turned slightly mischievous. "Be missin' a lot, you would. An' you look like you could do with it."
Betsy did not hear the underlying disgust or distrust that should've been in Amanda's offer. It was a time to make choices, to move forward, if possible. Amanda's last comment, pulled her from her thoughts. "You may be right about that. I can't remember the last time I had a bit of home to hold onto."
"We all need a bit of home sometimes," was all Amanda said, before turning towards the kitchen. "Comin'?" she asked when Betsy still hesitated.
"Yes," she paused. A small smile lighting her face. "Thank you."
Amanda was experiencing definite deja vu. Unable to sleep for jet lag, her system insisting it was Still Early yet, she found herself wandering towards the kitchen, much as she did her first night in the mansion. Of course, this time she knew her way around enough to not need the location spell, but still, it was strange.
It'd been the same routine for Betsy for the past few days. Try not to think too much on what's happened, avoid the journals at all costs, and attempt to maintain her sanity. Though, she should've realized earlier that while she barely listened to the advice of others, why would she expect to do things for her own mental well-being. Perhaps, it was her threadbare grip on her sanity that should be blame for her midnight romp through the halls.
It was a big mansion. There should have been plenty of ways for the two to avoid each other. But sometimes there's no way of avoiding the inevitable. Or coincidence. And so it was that Amanda rounded the corner and almost smacked into an obviously pre-occupied Betsy.
A protective hand, holding and keeping Amanda at bay, steadied both women. Betsy slowly released the young girl, recognizing her from the journal system and from her counterpart's memories. She placed a painful smile on her face, as she spoke. "I'm quite sorry about that."
"No harm done." Amanda looked up into Betsy's face, remembering the last time she'd been so close to the older woman. That time she'd seen Kwannon. This time was altogether different; she focussed her power the way Romany had taught her, making herself see Betsy. And it was only Betsy. She smiled, and stuck out her hand. "Amanda," she said. "We haven't properly met before." There was no trace of fear in her eyes.
She wearily eyed the offered hand before shaking it. "No, I guess not." Betsy withdrew her hand, her expression pensive. She seriously didn't expect anyone to be travelling the halls this late, and still approach her without any fear. "Nice to meet you, formally then, Amanda."
"I dunno 'bout you, but I could do with a cuppa." Amanda jerked her head in the direction of the kitchen. "Shinobi laid in a stock of the real stuff, from home, not the shite in the bags you get here. An' there's no point makin' a pot just for meself. So you could do me a favour an' join me?"
Betsy hesitated. "Amanda, you don't have to..."
"No, I don't. But I am. An' you don't have to neither, but I have t' tell you, I make a great cup of tea." Amanda's smile turned slightly mischievous. "Be missin' a lot, you would. An' you look like you could do with it."
Betsy did not hear the underlying disgust or distrust that should've been in Amanda's offer. It was a time to make choices, to move forward, if possible. Amanda's last comment, pulled her from her thoughts. "You may be right about that. I can't remember the last time I had a bit of home to hold onto."
"We all need a bit of home sometimes," was all Amanda said, before turning towards the kitchen. "Comin'?" she asked when Betsy still hesitated.
"Yes," she paused. A small smile lighting her face. "Thank you."
