Ophelia's POV
Ophelia opened her door to watch the rain fall. She ran a brush through her hair absentmindedly. Women scurried through the rain to their dorms, classes concluded for the day.
Lilac walked casually, a black umbrella over her head.
Ophelia wanted to be jealous of the woman. She was effortlessly beautiful, she was always prepared, and she was brilliant. But there was something so kindly charming about her, Ophelia couldn't be jealous, she could only admire her.
"You weren't in class," Lilac stated, putting her umbrella away.
Ophelia took note of how the rain failed to fall in a little circle above Lilac. It fell harmlessly to her sides, keeping her dry.
"That's a convenient skill," Ophelia noted, ignoring Lilac's observation.
"Sure, as long as no one notices the freak,"
