Mr Murphy●Cillian Murphy X Reader

Chapter Two

Both Margret and I had already chosen our beds, the bunk closest to the window, Margret on the top bunk and I was underneath. We were already packing our clothes away before Gwen came in with our other dorm mate.

"Ladies..." Gwen started, letting the new girl through, "This is my new friend Zoe," both Margret and I looked at each other, Gwen didn't have any friends, and nobody liked her. "Zoe is new," Gwen continued, "So as head girl, I will be showing her around the school. And I want the bed closest to the window."

"What?!" Gwen barged past me, dumping her bag on my bed and pushing my stuff out of the way, "You can't do that...Margret and I claimed that bunk-"

Gwen looked over her shoulder at me, "Oh stop being so childish val,"

"No-!" I snapped, walking over to MY bed and pushing Gwen's stuff back into her arms, "we got here first, tough luck Gwen,"

"I'm head girl and as head-"

Margret butted in, "Take a day off Gwen-" before she carried on putting our clothes into our wardrobe. My eyes darted over to the new girl, she was quite short. Her dark brown hair was tied up In a baby blue claw clip, she had a childish face with heavy eye makeup on. Making quite the statement. Zoe seemed to know the drill, dumping her bag on the bottom bunk, leaving only the dark top bunk for Gwen. "I'm Zoe," she turned around, "and you guys are?"

Gwen butted in, "That one there," she pointed to me, "That's Valerie Knight, she's on her last warning according to Miss Anderson," Moving her finger to Margret her face became slightly softer, "That's Margret Powell, she calmed down since her first year," Margret rolled her eyes to Gwen's comment, "And I'm Gwen Duncan, Head Girl,"

Margret sighed, placing her face into her hands, "Right I'm going for a walk...new girl...Val... c'mon," I instantly jumped up from the bed, looking at the new girl, who was standing still like a log.

"Well, are you coming?" I asked, looping my arm through Margrets.

She looked at Gwen, then back to us, "I think I'll stay."

"Suit yourself," Margret Muttered as we both left the dorm.

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Wandering around the school grounds had started to become boring, every footstep from the first year had been retraced hundreds of times, and being able to walk through the school blindfolded was a piece of cake. Margret and I knew all the stops the teacher could never find you, such as the old steps down to the beach.
Our school was an old monastery, so it would be easy to find little hiding spots, hidden for hundreds of years. Sitting on the steps, Margret and I both viewed our timetable for the next term. "Look-! LOOK!" Margret tapped her timetable, "We're in the same class-!" She laughed, we hadn't been in the same class since our first year.

"What class is it?" I began to scan my timetable.

Margret tapped my timetable, "History-!" She let out another squeal, "Look at the teacher-!" I looked out at the teacher and burst out into laughter.

"Poor thing," I laughed.

Margret highlighted my timetable, "At least we know he has a good ass-"

Rolling my eyes I took the highlighter off her, "And how will that help us pass?"

"Dunno..." she laughed. Looking into the horizon, the once grey sea now had a red haze over it as the sun began to set, the grown beach was yellow from the tint of the sun and it for once looked rather appealing to the eye. "We should go back," Margret began to shove her timetable in her cardigan pocket, "Gwen will be on our backs if it's after dark-"

Walking back through a four-hundred-year school in the pitch dark did not sound appealing, so I just agreed with Margret and walked back to our Grey dorm together. Dorm hallways were quiet, too quiet, apart from the odd giggle. The worst thing to happen would be a loose Miss Anderson, screaming at us for not being asleep let alone not being in bed. Sneaking into our dorm, the lights were already turned off. A light hush of Gwens' snoring could be heard, the new girl was sitting up on the bottom bunk reading. "Hello," she smiled before returning to her book. Awkwardly smiling, I darted to the wardrobe along with Margret, quickly changing into our Grey pyjamas and shooting straight for bed.