Phoebe
Just as he came into the college, he would hear a likely unsettling sound. It sounded like a small explosion, followed by the shatter of glass and a small cry from none other than the blonde in question. Between the sound and the flickering candlelight from a room upstairs, he probably could easily figure out which room she was in.
Upstairs, things were...a mess. Phoebe sat at the desk, shards of glass everywhere, including a few piles in a trash bin. All sorts of vials of various remedies and ingredients surrounded her, notes upon notes scattered about. Her apron to protect her dress was covered in charred bits of...something, and she was carefully picking out pieces of glass from her arms. But based on the nicks covering her cheeks, this likely wasn't the first such explosion.
Upstairs, things were...a mess. Phoebe sat at the desk, shards of glass everywhere, including a few piles in a trash bin. All sorts of vials of various remedies and ingredients surrounded her, notes upon notes scattered about. Her apron to protect her dress was covered in charred bits of...something, and she was carefully picking out pieces of glass from her arms. But based on the nicks covering her cheeks, this likely wasn't the first such explosion.
In These Past Few Days When I See Myself
I Seem Like Someone Else
I Seem Like Someone Else
