the_merriest | Room 308, Wednesday Evening

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Room 308, Wednesday Evening - Chilling Out

So that Umbridge lady seemed kinda mean, and Hermione certainly hadn't liked her very much. That was bad.

But how much trouble could a principal be? Really. Seriously. Besides, she and her Jude-dude had made up and therefore, all was right with the world. Plus Deadpool hadn't come looking for her yet about the car. That was a bonus.

So Rikku was sprawled out on her bed, humming to herself and bopping a little. And maybe looking over a ... letter. 'Cause tomorrow was Thursday and, well, no reason. Just, you know. Couldn't hurt.

Her door was wide open.

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Isabel was amused by the contrast between mellow Jude and a somewhat hyper Rikku. "Are you sure you haven't already had a bunch of chocolate?"

Rikku grinned. "Nope. Just hyper." She twirled for effect. "This is why we couldn't give Bayla sugar, yeah? She would've been even worse. I'd be even worse. I'd be totally worse."

She blushed. "I'm, uh, I'm like, rambling, huh?"

"I may live to regret this, but here," Isabel said, holding out the bag of chocolate. "Go nuts."

"There's nothing wrong with rambling. Rambling is fun. Rambling either means you're happy or embarrassed. I'm willing to bet on happy."

"Really?! Thanks!" Rikku popped one of the chocolates in her mouth. "Ooooh! These are awesome! Here, you have some, too, yeah?!"

And then laughed. "Hey, I can totally be both, right? I mean. If you were, you know, all ... feeling stupid about being happy. Or whatever. Not that I am. Okay, I am. Totally obvious. Good week. No, bad week, then it got way better, and, uh, how are you?"

She took some chocolate and unwrapped it, popping it into her mouth. "I'm fine. I saw Jude this morning and realized I hadn't talked to you in a while. So here I am."

"Good week? I'm glad for you."

Rikku got a little bouncy when Isabel mentioned Jude, and then blushed again. "Uh. Yeah. Just, uh, it kinda sucked and then Mel and I blew things up and then Jude and I had kinda been fighting but huge misunderstanding and we're good again and now the only thing that sucks is that that principal lady seems like she's all mean and stuff. But she's just here for a couple weeks, right?"

She munched on another piece of chocolate. "I'll go easy, honest! You should have seen me on Jolt. Ohhhhh, that stuff is so good but then I couldn't sleep you know!?"

"Nothing like therapuetic explosions," Isabel grinned. "Charlie burned stuff for me yesterday. So I understand exactly how you feel." She wondered about the bouncing and the blushing, remembering when thoughts of Greg would make her react in a slightly more low-key, but still fairly similar fashion.

"As far as I know. I'm looking to avoid her if at all possible," she said, making a face.

Isabel's eyes got wide at the thought of Rikku on Jolt. "Oh my god, Jolt?"

"Ooooooh, she did? She was there when we had Jolt! Someone got me a case of it, for my birthday? And we had candy and bad movies and I was up allllllllll night." She bounced a little. "Sorry. I, uh, I'm ... yeah."

She hopped onto her bed, sitting cross-legged, and attempted to be more sane. "What is her deal, anyway? Hermione totally freaked about her being here but all she's done so far is be all 'no coed people in rooms blah' and grump about Aly in class. Which is so unfair. Aly rules."

"She did. Bad clothing," Isabel explained. "With bad memories attached. And that sounds like it was a fun night. No apologies needed."

"I don't know. But anyone that giggles like that? Something is just not right," she said. "She grumped at Aly?"

"Bad clothing?" Rikku asked, scratching her head. "Ohhhhhh. I can see that, yeah. Did it help? Burning it, I mean."

She shuddered. "She was all, This isn't Appropriate for Youngsters and acting like Aly was a bad teacher and who does she think she is? And then Zuko torched her notes and she was, like, crazy-mad. Just for a second but you could see it, yeah?"

"Yeah, it helped."

"What did she think she was getting into coming here? This isn't exactly a normal school." Isabel frowned, "That doesn't sound good. The last thing in the world we need is a nutcase in charge of this place."

"I'll have to remember that. Burning things. I usually just blow 'em up. Ooooh, and I got arrested! I totally have a mugshot now."

She bit her lip. "Yeah, I don't know, and ... maybe it's just me. I kinda don't like authority anyway, you know? She just seems really ... Yevonite. And I kinda say that sometimes about people 'cause I don't like them? But she ... she seems like them. I'm not just meaning that like an insult."

"You got arrested?" Isabel boggled. "What did you do?"

"What does that mean exactly? Not that I'm doubting you or anything, just looking to understand more."

"Me and Mel ripped an ATM-thing out of the wall," she shrugged. "They put black gunk on my fingers and were all 'no, really, where are you from, young lady.'"

She bit her lip, trying to find the words to explain. "The Yevonites ... they were ... everything had to be Good. And Proper. And Right. And organized just the way they wanted it. And if you thought maybe they were too hard on some people, or doing things they shouldn't do, or even just questioned them, or anything, then you were against them, and they'd take you down. And some of them ... some of the ones higher up, they knew it was all a lie. That there was nothing to believe in, that we were all doomed, and ... and that it was all for nothing, and yet ... they were even more strict about it. The lie mattered to them. It was the only thing that did."

"Who posted bail?"

Isabel listened carefully. She hadn't met Umbridge personally yet but Rikku's description seemed appropriate. "So not pleasant people. And Umbridge is just like them. Oh joy..."

"Oh! We just broke out," Rikku shrugged. "Mel pulled the windows out of the wall."

"Not pleasant," she agreed. "And ... this is stupid, but ... okay. Yunie was supposed to save the world, yeah? And we ... we found out they were lying. But still. She could have. It would have only been for a few years, and not for good, but it would have been for those years, you know? And instead ... instead they said we should be executed. 'Cause we knew too much. That's how important the lie was. It's ... they're crazy. That's why ... I mean, she's not that bad. She can't be. But there's something about her I don't like." She shuddered again.

"Of course," Isabel said, snickering a bit. "Silly me."

"I'm more then willing to take your word for it. I don't like her and all I've heard are the announcements." She took another piece of chocolate because it was comfort food after all. "I'd say trust your instincts. And if you're gettting a reaction like this from her, then you're probably onto something. We're all just going to have to work together to get one another through."

Rikku shivered. "I dunno. Lately my instincts are wonky. I screamed at some really nice guy just 'cause he was a priest. But seriously. A priest." She made a face as if she was saying "tax collector" or "ex-con."

"I think she's ... I dunno. Something's not right here. I mean, Hermione was all upset that she was here. And Hermione usually loves authority as much as I hate it." She popped another piece of chocolate. "Maybe we mutiny again."

Isabel only knew one priest in Fandom. "You screamed at Karal? Why?"

Considering how Fandom mutinies usually went, that would probably be a good start. "Depending on when it happens I might actually have to join in."

Rikku lifted a shoulder. "He's a priest," she said again, as if that explained everything. "I know what the Yevonites were like. The last thing I want is that happening again, here. I told him ... that if he was going to start all of that, that I'd stop him. I'd take him down, no matter what it meant. He ... he looked at me like I was crazy."

She stared at the chocolate she had just unwrapped, suddenly not wanting it any more. "See, this is why you ... you shouldn't trust my instincts, yeah?"

"Karal's not like that. Not like that at all," she said. "In fact, I think he's had dealings with people that ever very much like the Yevonites. So I'm pretty sure he'd understand why you reacted the way you did."

Isabel looked down. "I don't trust people easily. But I trust Karal. As for your instincts, this is a special case. Extenuating circumstances and all."

"Oh! Oh, we, uh, we figured it out." Rikku nodded quickly. "I mean, he told me about ... about his church. I kinda don't get it, 'cause he thinks it's gonna help people, and it's still a religion, but, uh. I mea, I trust that he's nice, so that's something, yeah?"

"Ah, sorry, I didn't realize you'd gotten past the yelling part," Isabel replied. "Being nice is definitely something. But doubting the religion part of it? Yeah, I understand that."

"You ... you've got bad experiences, too?" Rikku asked, munching on another piece of chocolate. "Seems like a lot of people have."

"Not particularly," Isabel shrugged. "I mean, no one has ever said I should be executed for questioning it. But I just wonder sometimes...you know, why? And then I look at the rules and the traditions and some of them are nice. But others? Now? They make no sense. Which I suppose makes me just like half the rest of the people in the world."

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