Not Slacking Off ((Open))

[Wednesday_MeLay]

Wednesday was engrossed in the histories of Britannia, and the great victories of the emperor. She would read a section or two, then balance her notebook on her knee, jot down a word and replace the pencil to her mouth. Occasionally her hand would skim through her long black hair. Her golden eyes moved over the page, absorbing every word.

Wednesday muttered to herself as she read. It was a nasty habit she picked up from the handlers that cared for her during her more... violent years. "Battle... section named as... fallen government..." She couldn't get enough of the war that waged between Section Eleven and the holy Britannians. As if the number of Elevens that died made up for her own mother's death. No, that was wrong. Not even a thousand Elevens could equal up to her mother. Wednesday let out a involuntary "ha." Then, chewed on the edge of her pencil, lost to the wars of years past.

[Yggdrasila]

Yggdrasila walked to Wednesday and wondered what she's talking about. "Hey I'm Yggdrasila and wondered what you were talking about." Yggdrasila said. She is a Britannian born, but has secrets of her own.

[Wednesday_MeLay]

"Oh!" Wednesday looked up, taken aback a little. "I'm sorry... I didn't know any one was here..." Her sentance trailed off and she took a deep breath, calming herself, then replied with a smile. "I was just reading my history book. The times of war between the Britannians and the Elevens. I find the events... rather fascinating."

Wednesday closed the book and held it on her lap. "My name is Wednesday, by the way. I believe we have a class together. Forgive me if I don't remember which one."