Savannah sighed, glancing at the prefect badge on her robes. It shouldn't be there. It wasn't hers, it was Aiden's. He should be here, not his stupid badge. Here next to her in the Prefect Lounge as she was now Head Girl, something apparently she had earned, that while never specifically setting out to attain and never felt entitled to, her classmates thought she deserved.
Still, this vote of confidence by her peers, the fact that they did like her-she'd never thought she was disliked but always assumed Joella and possibly Makenzie were more popular-did little to improve her mood. Savannah wanted Aiden . Other than Scarlett of course, there was nobody she'd ever been as close to. She loved the rest of her family, but Aiden had just been special.
And now she was alone. Not just in the lounge, which as Scarlett couldn't enter and Liac couldn't enter and Tobi wouldn't be able to enter if he wasn't gone too and thus she had no real reason to even go in here, except that she could, but just...alone .
She tried not to cry again. Not here, not where others could be even if they weren't the others she wanted. Not even Kelsey. Crying in front of the Crotalus wasn't an appealing prospect. Savannah's cousin was the model of conventional propriety and even the seventh year wasn't convinced that Kelsey had any emotional capability other than disgust and horror and even that she tried to hide.
And now, Savannah had to start all over. She hadn't been involved in the same finding a suitable partner ritual that her sister and cousins had. Everyone-herself included-assumed she'd been taken care of. Now she was getting a late start to something that she didn't even want a part of. Before it would have been okay, but now she just wanted what she'd had.
11Savannah BrockertAll by myself286Savannah Brockert15
Makenzie entered the prefects lounge with her Charms textbook in tow, prepared to do some studying. It was a nice place to study, she had found previously. Crotalus was fine, although she had very little will-power to get her work done if Araceli was around - through no fault of the blonde’s, of course, it was just that Makenzie got chatty when in quarters with her best friend - and the library tended to be more populated. The prefects lounge was simply more private.
When she arrived, however, all thoughts of homework were lost as she caught a glance of Savannah Brockert. The Head Girl didn’t look necessarily like she had been crying, but the expression on her face was one that to Makenzie suggested the possibility of crying in the near future. Makenzie didn’t know Savannah very well - they had a familiarity, as (once) members of similar social circles, and because they were yearmates in a relatively small school - and in fact it had taken a while for her to be able to identify her from her identical twin sister, Scarlett. Figuring out and remembering Houses had helped, but of course, only one of them was permitted in here, and only one of them wore badges.
Still, Makenzie couldn’t stand the idea of Savannah bursting into tears any time soon, and she couldn’t help think about her own excursions with crying in technically public locations, and how a friendly smile and kind word had done so much for her. It made her miss Tobi even more.
“Hey, Savannah?” the redhead called softly as she approached. “Are you okay? Do you, um… do you want to talk about it?” Makenzie sat down on the edge of the couch to give Savannah all the space she might want, and laid her textbook down on the coffee table before them. She faced her yearmate attentively; she was all hers, if she wanted to talk.
12Makenzie NewellHave room for one more?291Makenzie Newell05
Savannah looked up at the sound of Makenzie Newell's voice. "Um, well..." She wasn't sure. She wasn't sure what she wanted other than what she could not have. And was it okay to talk to Makenzie? So far, the Teppenpaw hadn't been really talking to anyone about this, not even Scarlett. In part, because Scarlett had a prospect of her own now and the Teppenpaw didn't want to trample on her sister's happiness.
The other thing was that it was really really hard to talk to people about. Savannah didn't entirely know what to say. She was unaccustomed to being in the position of needing comfort and she couldn't say it was a position she even remotely enjoyed as it was one with quite a bit of misery involved. Savannah couldn't imagine why anyone would want to feel this way.
And was it okay to talk to Makenzie about this? Not only because she hadn't talked to Scarlett,not really, but because the Crotalus had been through something much worse. Savannah still had her social position and her family intact. She just didn't have her future secured with the person she wanted it secured with. Arguably, someone else would still want to marry her. It was just that Savannah only wanted what she'd had.
Well, that, at least, would probably be something Makenzie would understand.
Plus she was genuinely afraid that she'd start crying if she tried to talk right now. At all. About anything. And Savannah was afraid that if she cried, someone less sympathetic than Makenzie might come in.
Yet, she couldn't say nothing at all either because that would be rude. Savannah replied "Um, I-I'm not sure."