Farah Dowling was a beacon of a woman, with a demeanor that spoke of a still-breathing past and a posture not unlike that of a house's foundation. She was mother and headmistress; she was teacher, student, and she was currently sitting across from one red-head that smelt of house-fire smoke, with her fingers locked together in a web upon a wooden café table.
"Bloom," she says, "I'm extending you an invitation. An exchange program, for people like us."
In another world, it is nearing the end of a school year, and her daughter is rapping anxiously upon a principal's door with a red nose and puffy eyes.
All around, it's a bad day for everyone involved.
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Mince | sky x oc
Fanfictionmince - mins - to cut up or grind into very small pieces, typically in a machine with revolving blades. - Let it be known that Jade Dowling had a very bad first year at Alfea. Her second year hasn't been shaping up much better. - fem!oc x sky - a...
