Friendship is Baking!!! - Wednesday

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There was a large assortment of cupcakes at the front of the class today. This, the last class of the spring semester. (SOB)

But they were well deserved cupcakes for having such a… well, most of you guys worked really hard. And then there was Isabelle. Bless her heart.

"Today is supposed to be your final," Derek said, eyeing the cupcakes like they personally offended him. Or like he knew what would happen to his poor, poor outfit soon enough.

IF DEREK DIDN'T WANT THINGS HAPPENING TO HIS OUTFIT, HE SHOULDN'T BE WEARING IT TO CLASS.

Really. Humans had the weirdest hang-ups about clothing.

"I don't really 'do' finals." But apparently, Pinkie did do airquotes. Somehow. Without fingers. "I think it's way more fun to end a class with a good old fashioned PAAAAAAAAAAAAARTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!"

And she scooped up a brightly decorated pink cupcake and flung it at Derek.

Derek sighed at that because at least this time he'd managed to escape one semester of teaching with her. (He was going to miss it soooooo much.) Then he scooped off some of the frosting with his finger before flicking it at Pinkie. And look at that, there was even a tiny hint of a smile there!

Library, Wednesday

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The words in front of Sholeh kept blurring, though it wasn't until the first tear splashed against the page that she realized why.

::I'm crying?:: she asked her sisters in disbelief. ::I didn't think I was crying.::

Mostly, she was just numb. Completely in shock and having trouble stringing the words together into meaningful sentences. Which was just weird. After all, she was the scholar, the reader. So why wasn't the letter from home making any sense?

*You're not,* Zhahar whispered. *I am.*

::Oh,:: Sholeh said, nodding a little. ::That explains it then.::

She went back to looking at the letter in her hands. It was even harder to read now that Zhahar had just given in and started crying in earnest. Was something wrong with her, that she was having such trouble comprehending what it said? Was Fandom playing a prank? Was she getting sick?

=You can understand it just fine,= Zee said with uncharacteristic gentleness. =You just don't want to. Because it says we have to go home.=

Zeela saying it made it real, made the letter snap into harsh focus, the words dark and ugly against the page. And then it was no longer just Zhahar who was crying.