[She sees the name on the list, a sort of peripheral glance before it's gone, taken away to be filed with the other paperwork. At the time, her heart had done a vaguely uncomfortable little beat-skip. A blip in its usual workings, because it definitely been Petra and not Petre.
But a day or two passes and -- she doesn't really. Make an effort to seek whoever it is, out. She sticks to her room. She explores at odd hours. And then, unavoidably, there's eating and socializing and before she really knows it, there's a girl asking her if she's been here long.
What is alarming, in fact, is that Jem has seen her before. She looks sort of like a deer caught in the headlights, at first. Eyes wide and confused, like maybe she hasn't understood the question ... but truthfully, she can't understand. How. This is happening. ] Me? No I -- just a day. Or so.
[What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck. ] Sorry, have we met? Before?
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But a day or two passes and -- she doesn't really. Make an effort to seek whoever it is, out. She sticks to her room. She explores at odd hours. And then, unavoidably, there's eating and socializing and before she really knows it, there's a girl asking her if she's been here long.
What is alarming, in fact, is that Jem has seen her before. She looks sort of like a deer caught in the headlights, at first. Eyes wide and confused, like maybe she hasn't understood the question ... but truthfully, she can't understand. How. This is happening. ] Me? No I -- just a day. Or so.
[What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck. ] Sorry, have we met? Before?