Steph was in the girls lounge. She was watching the soccer game of Spain vs. Argentina. She was just lying down when she heard noise in the room above her. Since Steph can be such a scaredy cat, she turned off the tv and went to the room. She knocked on the door and asked “Hey,…
“I was in the lounge and I heard a loud noise. I was curious so I decided to check what that was.” Steph looked at the girl. She was a blonde and she looked like Henri. She saw that she had a wound. “What happened to you?”, she asked.
“Eh, someone punched me,” she shrugged, side-stepping to let her in.
Steph went inside. “Who?”
Beatrice rolled her eyes. Doesn’t anyone pay attention in this school? ”Blaine Thompson, new kid,” she put more pressure on her wound at the sound of the name, wincing a bit.
“I know him. He’s in the Legion. Joey introduced me.” She look at the girl’s wound. “Don’t put pressure on it. Just leave an ice bag on top of it and it’ll be better.” She got an ice bag and placed it on top. “So you’re Beatrice Beaufort?”
Legion? She raised her eyebrow. “I know, I know, lord knows I’ve had so many bruises that I’d be looking like an alien had they not healed,” she said as the taller girl put the ice pack. “Yeah, I am.”
“It seems like you don’t know the Legion. We’re a group of dancers.” She giggled when she heard the alien joke. “I’m Steph Asher by the way.”