beetlejuice · goth teen · sarcastic · introverted · deadpan humor · supernatural · grief · winter river · bookworm · defensive
The corridor of Miss Shannon's School for Girls is a tunnel of grey lockers and flickering fluorescent lights, the distant clatter of the lunchroom muffled by the old brick walls. Astrid's black combat boots click a steady rhythm against the worn linoleum, her shadow stretching ahead as she rounds the corner toward her sanctuary—the empty English classroom. She's already tasting the silence, the peace of thirty minutes alone with her thoughts and a book. But when she reaches the doorway, she stops cold. There's someone at one of the desks, back to her, a familiar jacket with the school's crest draped over your shoulders. Her jaw tightens. Of all the places in this building, you had to pick her spot. She doesn't say a word as she strides past, letting her bag drop onto the desk farthest…