Angel From My Nightmare (Vampire Knight) *Takuma/OC*

06. We Can Live Like Jack and Sally

Harry sealed the envelope shut and scrawled an address out on the front before sitting back in her seat, satisfied. She'd drawn up eight whole pages for Kotani's original manga project. She'd spent the last few hours inking them. Eight pages was more than enough to send back to him for now. Then, once she got his feedback, she could either edit whatever he requested or continue with the story.

She'd included a short letter with the pages. Most of it consisted of notes about what she'd drawn, but she'd also told him a little about how she'd been settling into her school and asked a few questions about what she'd been missing out on. That was one aspect of boarding school that she wasn't quite used to yet - she still felt very cut off from her friends and family.

Harry leant back even further in her chair, tipping it onto only two legs, and stretched her arms out. She felt all cramped up from sitting in one place for so long, but her eyes weren't tired just yet at least. This was good - she still had reading that she wanted to do. She'd been so determined to get these pages done that poor old Hamlet had been neglected once again. That wasn't exactly unusual for her. Once she got stuck into something, she did tend to forget everything else around her.

Only this time, she had to remind herself that she'd gotten hold of the copy of Hamlet more than two weeks ago now. And that on this occasion, it had actually been borrowed from somebody else.

Takuma had reassured her that she could take her time, but Harry hadn't taken that entirely to heart. It was clear as day, even to her, that Takuma was a nice guy and that he likely would have said the same thing regardless of whether he'd actually meant it or not. Harry had taken advantage of his patience for long enough. She was going to sit and finish Hamlet right now.

Thankfully, she only had one act and four scenes left to read. She had managed to find the time to get most of the reading done, even if it had been spread out over a longer period than usual. Still, by the time she'd finished, it had gotten quite late. It was already past their supposed curfew. But then that had never seemed to apply to Harry, so surely she'd be able to get away with running a quick errand, right?

She felt guilty just thinking about taking advantage of the influence her father's teaching position clearly had over her, but at the same time, she didn't want to wait. She'd already decided that she'd kept hold of Hamlet for far too long. And she'd just spent the last hour reading through the rest of it in order to give it back. She didn't really want to wait until tomorrow now. It would make all of her rushing... futile.

It wasn't like she was planning anything mischievous or particularly against the rules, she told herself. And technically, it wasn't actually wrong on any level, seeing as none of the teachers had ever warned her about there even being a curfew. Plus she wouldn't be long. She knew exactly where the Moon dorms were now, so she could just quickly seek Takuma out, give him the playwright back and there'd be no harm done to anyone.

After deliberating over the issue for ten minutes, Harry finally voiced another question she had in mind. "Do you know where we leave letters that we want mailed out?"

Yoko looked up from the homework that she'd been struggling with. "I think there's a mailbox by the front gates of the school... I'm not really sure though. I can walk down there with you tomorrow before class if you like?" The campus for Cross Academy was really quite large - the front gates were set a way away from the main school buildings.

"Thanks, but that's okay. I think I'm actually gonna go and do it now," said Harry, getting to her feet.

She'd already decided that could be her excuse. She didn't really think that anyone else would understand her desire to return the book as soon as possible now that she'd finally finished it. She just didn't like holding onto books that weren't hers for longer than necessary. Especially when she'd had Hamlet for longer than she should have done already.