blanket forts and sweet delicacies [ulrik&zelda]

Here’s a riddle for you! What do you get when you cross a blizzard with a bunch of teenagers sharing a house they can’t leave?

A bad fucking time, that’s what.

Half my year is moping around mourning the fact they can’t practice their talents and actually have to study their subjects for once, heaven forbid. Whilst the other half are going crazy with power at all the free time they now have to wreak havoc around the academy. Maybe I’d be inclined to join the likes of Coley and Alain, but the change in weather hasn’t been kind to me. It’s been like trying to literally breathe through the snow – I can barely walk up a flight of stairs without gasping for air. It’s… honestly embarrassing at this point. But I’m already maxed out on my meds. I get the feeling Nurse Kim’s sick of seeing my face. Well, maybe I’m sick of seeing hers!

Anyway, I’ve put myself on voluntary bed arrest to regulate the flare, but that doesn’t necessarily mean it has to be my bedroom I’m confined to. Though stopping by the kitchen before coming to Zelda’s room probably wasn’t my greatest idea. It’s quite a mission knocking on a door when you’re carrying two cups of steaming hot cocoa with a blanket draped haphazardly around your shoulders. I use the heel of my foot to knock on Zelda’s bedroom door several times before she opens it, clearly not expecting a guest at this hour of night. She mustn’t be too put out though, because she leans right over and helps herself to the whipped cream topping one of the mugs.

“Am I late to an event?” she asks as she licks the cream from her finger. I shove the cup she’s manhandling into her hands before I spill it all over the ground entirely.

“Nope! No event, just the gift of my presence!” Although now that I think about it, maybe I should have given her a heads up in the gym today before deciding to come over unannounced. But we were kinda-sorta friends, and surely friends didn’t have to ask permission to hang out with each other.

Right?

I take a sip out of my mug awkwardly, letting the warm chocolately goodness settle the restlessness swirling in my chest.

“Soooo… are you gonna let me in? This blanket needs somewhere to call home, and rumour has it your room is perfectly decked out for making great blanket forts.”