Characters: Tatum & Sera.
Setting: Monday, December 13th. Donnelly Household [Portage Lake; Maine].
Rating: Presumably SFW.
Summary: Tatum and Sera have a talk on their first real day of break, and try to piece together a thing or two about just what the hell has come over the school.


Tatum hadn't really had much time to get a word in edgewise to her sister since the incident at the Snowflake Ball.

The only person she had really talked to about what had gone on was Frankie. Whom, in turn, had filled Tatum in on her own suspicions and research. To say that it made her head spin would have been the understatement of the year. Disappearing students? Dead people in the woods? Animals in the woods? Something going on in the woods? And then Sera's friend, and that whole thing at the end of the dance..

Really, it was too much.

She had spent the following days trying not to think about it, just keeping her girlfriend company while Frankie tried to find out more, and came up mostly empty handed. Probably just like everybody else trying to get to the bottom of the whole mess.

With weather turning bad, and a high potential for snow in their home state, both of their parents had insisted that Tatum's car be left at school. They would pay for a flight for the two of them to come home for Christmas, same as they did every year before Tatum got her license. It would make getting around town a bit more annoying, but she could always take Rath's van if she desperately needed transportation. And at least she wouldn't have to spend an afternoon trying to put on her own snow-tires, which would have definitely been a sad sight to behold.

They left Sunday morning. Sera had read for most of the flight, and Tatum had played her PSP just as much, and by the time that they arrived in Bangor, Tatum was fast asleep. She was still groggy as they made their way toward the nearest Floo station, Sera leading the way. Within a few minutes after that, they were safe at home, arriving in their living room in a plume of green fire. There was no time wasted as they were pulled into hugs, had their bags taken upstairs, and Sera was almost immediately whisked away by her mother.

Shrugging it off, Tatum had gone upstairs to her room, opening the window, and rolling a joint. Once she had that smoked, she had practically fallen asleep on the spot. And now here she was, waking up the very next morning, still rather groggy, and incredibly sore. It seemed she had fallen asleep at least partially sitting up, half propped up onto a pillow against the headboard of her bed. Groaning, the red haired girl shifted around, trying to shake some of the stiffness out of her body. Unfortunately, it was to no avail.

She climbed out of bed, her knees and shoulders popping loudly as she stretched, a dramatic yawn elongating her face momentarily. She thought about going to see what Sera was doing, maybe ask her what her plans for the day were. Better yet, as much as she didn't really want to know, maybe she would ask her what the fuck that scene at the dance had been all about. If she got any good information, she would have to text Frankie immediately, of course.

Still, there were bigger priorities to deal with first. Flopping down into the chair that was at her computer desk, she gave her mouse a shake, and double clicked the familiar WoW icon on her desktop. With that loading, she grabbed the wooden stash box from behind a stack of CDs, and began to roll.