The Principal's Office

[tailor_made]

The door to the principal’s office is open at all hours, although you will only find Hester at the receptionist’s desk from 8:00 a.m. to 7:00 p.m. This is primarily where you can have private conversations with her. Though there’s an actual office in the back, it is always closed and locked.

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[comeandfindme]

[ It seems like, for a moment, she's actually going to learn something. Something amazing, something key. But then— ]

Hester?! Hey- hey, hey, hey, what's wrong? [ Peregrine surges forward to try and catch her by the shoulders. Over the desk it's a little awkward, a little forced. ]

[tailor_made]

[Hester takes in a breath and lets it out slowly. She doesn't seem annoyed at his questions or angry at him for barging in. She just looks like she hasn't slept or brushed her hair in maybe two days].

Chance? Bad luck? You wandered into an alley while visiting Manhattan and fell through a manhole and wound up here? I don't know why they picked you specifically. I just know you're here.

[tailor_made]

I'm-I'm okay. [Hester grimaces but she doesn't pull away when Peregrine catches her. This costume might not expose a lot of skin on her shoulders but Per will still feel she's very warm through the fabric of her dress.]

Just, um, just a really sudden migraine. I used to- I used to get them before... [She pauses, like she's searching for a word that just won't come. Why are her words failing? What's wrong with her?] Before.

[mcfife]

But you work for the Wizard. You have to know something--

[He has just woken up and had barely time to process his new memory, but now he notices what Hester looks like. Could it be? Is she willing to help them instead of the Wizard?

If she is...he might actually be hopeful about this week.]

What do you mean by "they"?

...And where is Manhattan?

[comeandfindme]

Hester?

[ Her hands almost shoot back in surprise. Does she have a fever? Is she sick? What's happening to her? Peregrine decides to swing around the desk's other side, if possible. ]

Are you sick?

[tailor_made]

I'm not, I swear. I just- [She can swing over to the other side! Very easily in fact, it's just a wooden flap separating the two sides. Hester curls in on herself a little, hunching over her desk.]

I haven't...really slept, not since the sleepover. I'll get about an hour here and there but... [She trails off, almost like she's embarrassed to admit it.]

[comeandfindme]

[ Okay, well, Peregrine moves so her hands are on Hester's shoulders. ]

What the fuck? Why— how can you not sleep? The human body starts to freak out after three days.

[tailor_made]

Well, hm. [She slides the cup over toward Maya, concern creeping into her eyes.] I know she was a friend of yours and in your class. I know she doesn't have parents, that she's extremely talented in more than just her singing and acting, that she's very sweet and caring person.

Why?

[tailor_made]

I've gotten some! Just...not a lot. [Of course it would have to be Miss Dead Reckoning who gets to chastise her about this.] I...can't. Every time I try, I start having dreams. Then I wake up. [She takes a breath, holds it, then lets it out slowly.]

At best I can fall asleep again in a few hours and stay that way for a little bit. At worst I don't sleep the rest of the night and take a cat nap at my desk. Farrah didn't like that very much though.

[comeandfindme]

Why didn't— [ Not important. ] What dreams? How are they so bad that...that they keep you awake that long?

[tailor_made]

It's not that they're bad, it's just...I dream about my high school, the families I've been with, my extra circulars. It all plays out exactly how I remember but something's always wrong or off. Like my favorite foster dad would be in the middle of my dance class or my school colors are wrong.

That's when I wake up and my body is so wired that it won't let me settle back down, even if it's something small and inconsequential.

[comeandfindme]

[ Is that what’s making her forget? No, it can’t be, that seemed…too conspicuous. ]

…What the hell… You’ve never used anything to help? Any sleep aids?

[mayavericks]

Of course. [Maya tries to smile but... It's frayed at the edges.]

What about her results in the revues?

Sunday, post Trial 3

[violentenvies]

[Hi there, Hester. Salieri's back with a knock on your door, and a tray of tea and pie. He looks tired and worn but, like her, is covering it up with some make up]

[tailor_made]

Come in, monsieur. [Hester's voice is soft, nearly too soft to really be heard beyond the door. When he opens it she's hunched over her desk, her forehead resting on a small stack of papers in front of her and her fingers laced behind her neck.

Like the last time he visited after a trial, it doesn't look like she's had time to change out of her costume yet.]

After the bodies are buried, the night of Case 3

[barberic]

[Benjamin is dead on his feet when he finally makes it back up from the garden. But before he passes out in bed, he leaves a note for Hester.]

Thank you.
-B. Barker

[tailor_made]

I tried when it first started but they didn't do much. Drugs don't tend to do much for me. [She starts to turn her head, to crack one eye open to look at Peregrine but just ends up wincing.]

Peregrine, can I tell you something...?

[comeandfindme]

[ Right now, looking down at Hester, it’s hard to see the person Peregrine’s spent night after night directing her anger at, in lieu of a face to give the Wizard that isn’t that mechanical mockery. It’s hard to see a person complicit in all this. There’s the person who let her have a quiet moment with Connor. The person who cleaned his blood off her deerskin leather.

The person who kept Salieri and Discord and Benjamin from making an awful mistake out of love.

And right now, that person just seems sad and scared and hurt. ]

…Yeah. Yeah, what?

[tailor_made]

...I'm sorry. For what I said that first day to you. I didn't mean- [She takes a shaky breath, a lump growing in her throat.] I'm not good with words when I'm not reading someone else's. Sometimes I say things and I...can't get my point across how I want them to. They sound perfectly reasonable in my head because I know what I mean but then I start talking and-

[She still remembers how Peregrine had stormed out that first day. How hurt she'd looked and how much hurt she'd had to endure since then. Kicking off a domino effect of Peregrine's Pain Olympics.

She hadn't even meant Jacob at the time but in the end it doesn't even matter who or what she meant. It just matters that it hurt.]

It's not an excuse. I'm not asking you to forgive me, for anything. But I just wanted you to know...I'm sorry.

[comeandfindme]

[ It’s the last thing Peregrine had expected, despite the turn their conversation’s taken. That first day seems so far away now, after Mumble and Connor, the Balladeer, Rina and Varian and the cold night in the woods—

She shivers. It’s like she told Janis, she’s sure it’s psychosomatic. But she can’t seem to stop shivering, no matter how warm she is. ]

I… [ She nods. It’s not forgiveness. That’s right. But it’s an acknowledgement. Peregrine sniffles down something to keep herself stable. ] …Okay. Thank you. For that.

[ She removes her hands from Hester’s shoulders. But she doesn’t step away, just yet. ]

[violentenvies]

[oof. He'll...do that then, coming in with the tray and, as before, setting at the corner of her desk]

Mademoiselle Hester. [he sounds tired and doesn't bother trying to hide it] Good evening.

[tailor_made]

[When Benjamin wakes up the next morning there's a folded note, written on crisp white stationery and sealed with a little "Great Job!" sticker, sitting on top of his trunk. The sticker might seem odd but some of us didn't get access to fancy wax seals.]

It just felt like the right thing to do.
- Hester

[tailor_made]

Hi. [She lifts her head slowly, grimacing at the light, but still manages to give a weak smile when she sees the tray.] You didn't have to bring me anything.

[violentenvies]

[he frowns a bit, concerned] I...may not have had to, no, however...[he sighs] I felt I needed to stop in anyway, both to see how you were doing and...I believe I need to offer you both thanks and an apology.

[tailor_made]

An apology? For what?