The warm greetings in the Valkyrie dormitory were a stark contrast with the sadness in my heart. Stina’s plan worked perfectly and I was more popular than I’d ever been, but I didn’t enjoy it.
There was nobody here that I wanted to talk to.
“Great party yesterday,” a second-year said. Her eyes were red and she looked like she’d slept in the gutter, but her wide smile said she had the time of her life.
Another first-year dared approach me and chirped. “I had the best time.”
More people greeted me in the hallway, all showering me with compliments and attention. The energy was up and the dorm was more united than ever. The collective hangover was wearing off and people were getting ready for their usual Sundays. Late brunches, runs around the school grounds, whatever else they were into
