♡ ARCHIVED CHARACTERS ♡

🩷 Primrose Newman 🩷

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Red hair swirled in beautiful cascades, the host being Primrose. Always ready with her materials, her white tote bag was organized and ready for any situation the class could throw at her. While often on time, she never seemed alert, a fatal flaw in her facade of being the model student, instead always yawning and appearing mere seconds from nodding off.

Taking her place at her desk, she pulled out her notebook, while many around her were ready to take notes on a laptop or tablet. Primrose herself didn't have money for that type of luxury yet, so relied on more rudimentary means for now. Reaching to get a pencil out from her bag, her hand knicked the corner of her coffee, spilling it all over her awaiting notebook. Great. Just great! Now her notebook was ruined, and she was guaranteed to pass out later, if she even made it though the class.

Grumbling, she left the classroom, grasping paper towels from the bathroom to clean up her spill with. Thankfully, the professor hadn't arrived yet, otherwise she really would have embarrassed herself in front of him. Heading back to the classroom, the already sleepy woman was staring at her hands when her body hit something hard. Stumbling back, the paper towels scattered from her hands, and she quickly stooped down onto her knees to pick them up. A slight shadow looked over her, and that's when she looked up, her heart doing a flip in her chest when she realized who it was. Luke, although she just called him professor of course, stood over her, looking rather skeptical of the sight in front of him.

"Nothing to see here Professor, just a woman who spilled her coffee. Sorry for bumping into you though," the redhead hummed, trying to play off the interaction so he didn't ask too many questions. Something about him always interested her, but their relationship had to be strictly student and teacher after all. But what was fun without a little risk?

Standing up after gathering the paper towels back into a sloppy stack, she turned to Luke to likely say setting smart or test the waters of that professional relationship, but spots started to form in front of her eyes as her body felt weak. Uh oh. She really should've drank that coffee. Something told her it was going to be sleepy time now, soon confirmed when she felt her body falling toward the ground, and Luke's eyes watching her as she went down.
Well, he could clean up the paper towels this time now.

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❤️💤 Name: 💤❤️
Primrose Yven Newman