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“Marlene,” Dorcas pleaded “my friends there-“
“Disgusting pieces of shit!” Marlene said, flinging around to see Dorcas’s tear stained face.
Marlene had just come from Dorcas’s dorm, a weird interaction had happened between her and Pandora and she was pissed.
“Don’t you realise how weird that is!” Marlene spat,
“I thought you knew Pandora wasn’t normal!” Dorcas chuckled a bit, trying to keep herself from crying more
“I’m sorry, I thought she just had her head in the clouds a bit!” Marlene mocked “she just told me I how I was gonna die”
Dorcas knew that she wasn’t going to be convincing Marlene to not think about it. Marlene would think about it, a lot. All the time.
“She just does that!” Dorcas tries to explained, Marlene scoffed
“She said my closest friend would betray me, killing my Family in the process! What kinda of bullshit is that” Marlene shouted,
“I’m sorry! She- she just-“ Dorcas stuttered, unable to find the words. Pandora didn’t mean to, she never meant to. Dorcas knew that, Marlene didn’t.
Dorcas knew Marlene wouldn’t understand, Marlene had in fact boasted many times that divination was a useless subject. No one could actually see into the future.
Whether that’s true or not depends on if regulus did really die at only 18. Dorcas’s friends had learned to look past there apparent deaths, but Marlene wouldn’t know how to.
“Christ Dorcas” Marlene finally said, “you know I love you but, Jesus your friends are weird”
“Everyone knows Pandora is weird!” Dorcas groaned,
“But this is a new level of weird!” Marlene sighed, “Christ, just give me some space right now while I think about the fact that I’m going to die young!” Marlene stomped off, leaving Dorcas standing in the hallway.
She was trapped, trapped in the thought that Marlene might just break up with her. She didn’t even hear the footsteps come up behind her, but then again no one hears her footsteps.
“I didn’t mean to” a small whisper said, Dorcas jumped. She snapped her head to see a ghostly figure next to her, even with the tan skin.
“I’m sorry Pandora, I know it’s not your fault” Dorcas said, slowly embracing Pandora. Turning her away and back to the dungeons.
“I really didn’t mean to, it was a mistake. I tried not to slip I really tried!” Pandora pleaded,
“Shush dear, I know it’s not your fault”