“Where are you going?”
Luna’s icy voice puts a halt on Rosaline’s tracks, rendering her frozen in place before she could even take another step out of her apartment.
It was a hot weekend and the academy was closed for today even if there is an upcoming festival so the students are not able to work on their chosen events, so Luna was staying at her apartment which was not a good day for Rosaline. It only means that she has to work all day while being in the oddly scary presence of Luna who was again, seating at the couch with a laptop on her lap, furiously typing whatever she was typing in an abnormally fast pace. Luna wishes for her fingers to move at the same pace as her mind but it was physically impossible so she had to settle at that speed, but in Rosaline’s eyes she was as fast as
