Arwen opened her eyes to a door half off the floor and towels on the ceiling...What? Oh. She sat up and looked around, happy to see that everything had righted itself. Blinking away sleep, she cracked her jaw with a yawn and ran numb fingers through her hair. Trying to think of the events from the night before, she found herself unsurprisingly blank. Coffee... she thought as she swung her legs over the edge and into her slippers. Opening the door, she stumbled into the apartment kitchen and turned on the espresso machine. Time...time... she glanced around for the clock, the fogginess in her mind clouding her vision as well. She was useless without at least two cups of coffee in her system, which needed to be replenished every four hours or she would get a screaming headache at night. 8:07...shit! Her occult class started in half an hour, and she had no idea where any clean clothes were.
Sliding across the floor and into her room, her toe banged on the doorframe, causing her to curse loudly and most likely wake up at least one of her three roommates in the surrounding area. That was the lucky thing about being an upperclassman; apartment-style room with four individual bedrooms. Hers was decorated in a rather bohemian style, with Indian curtains over the windows, and a printed bedspread. Her bulletin board was covered with postcards from places she dreamed of going someday. Her fingers brushed over the photo in the lower left corner. It was a small one, taken on an old Polaroid that she remembered her father carrying everywhere. It was of her and Ty at the beach, their cheeks both sunburned, big smiles decorating their faces, like the happiest kids in the world. She smiled, kissed it, and went to get dressed.
Arwen ran out the door at 8:30, sprinting to get to class on time. She had always been interested in the Occult, even as a kid. It seemed fitting that it was her favorite class in college, as well. The only thing she found a little disconcerting was the professor. He seemed very intense, like he cared deeply for the subject. It frightened her a bit at first, but now she was used to his dynamic. He was the professor that picked favorites, however, and she often found herself rolling her eyes at the "seven devils" as she'd nicknamed them. There was one in particular that she found the most disturbing, the one with bleached blonde hair that always looked at women as if they were each a piece of meat. It was disgusting.
She got to class easy enough, pleased to find that it hadn't started yet, and took her seat. Professor Baal rushed in a few moments later, looking particularly frazzled. He composed himself soon enough, though, and smiled at his favorites. Asking the class a question, there was a certain glint in his eyes that Arwen couldn't quite put her finger on. The story behind the devil...? She thought for a moment, recalling the old Roman Catholic services her mother had always been drawn to. Looking around, she didn't see anyone raise their hand, so she tentatively raised hers. "He was cast out of Heaven right? Something like that?" She phrased it like a question, the look in his eyes telling her that he knew everything that she didn't, and he was reveling in it.
Sliding across the floor and into her room, her toe banged on the doorframe, causing her to curse loudly and most likely wake up at least one of her three roommates in the surrounding area. That was the lucky thing about being an upperclassman; apartment-style room with four individual bedrooms. Hers was decorated in a rather bohemian style, with Indian curtains over the windows, and a printed bedspread. Her bulletin board was covered with postcards from places she dreamed of going someday. Her fingers brushed over the photo in the lower left corner. It was a small one, taken on an old Polaroid that she remembered her father carrying everywhere. It was of her and Ty at the beach, their cheeks both sunburned, big smiles decorating their faces, like the happiest kids in the world. She smiled, kissed it, and went to get dressed.
Arwen ran out the door at 8:30, sprinting to get to class on time. She had always been interested in the Occult, even as a kid. It seemed fitting that it was her favorite class in college, as well. The only thing she found a little disconcerting was the professor. He seemed very intense, like he cared deeply for the subject. It frightened her a bit at first, but now she was used to his dynamic. He was the professor that picked favorites, however, and she often found herself rolling her eyes at the "seven devils" as she'd nicknamed them. There was one in particular that she found the most disturbing, the one with bleached blonde hair that always looked at women as if they were each a piece of meat. It was disgusting.
She got to class easy enough, pleased to find that it hadn't started yet, and took her seat. Professor Baal rushed in a few moments later, looking particularly frazzled. He composed himself soon enough, though, and smiled at his favorites. Asking the class a question, there was a certain glint in his eyes that Arwen couldn't quite put her finger on. The story behind the devil...? She thought for a moment, recalling the old Roman Catholic services her mother had always been drawn to. Looking around, she didn't see anyone raise their hand, so she tentatively raised hers. "He was cast out of Heaven right? Something like that?" She phrased it like a question, the look in his eyes telling her that he knew everything that she didn't, and he was reveling in it.