Crystalline Constellations

S1 E1: The Uncharted Nebula [Part 2/2]

The day which followed was completely uneventful and felt as if it were moving at a snail's pace, which was usual for a Monday, with all the uni students collecting their assignments and going about their lives like every other human. Despite the day of the week which it was, most of them, upon thinking about it a little more, realised that compared to some things 4 days was a rather short time and the next Friday would be there very soon. They'd gotten through weeks like this before which had initially felt like they'd last forever, so everyone was confident they'd be able to make it once again.

In the campus' library during their morning break, Eleanor and Jenny were sat together at one of the tables, reading out the other's cue cards for the studying session they'd agreed to. Their answers were hit and miss, but mostly in the 'hit' category, and they still had a bit more work to do yet but they were fairy confident they'd be able to accomplish it. 

While her friend took a few quick swigs from her water bottle, the younger of the 2 brought out her notebook from her bag just for a minute so that she could take a gaze at the loose images emalgamated in the back page like in a photo album. These pictures she'd printed off provided some of the necessary energy she needed to get through a weekday and brought her happiness when combined with her imagination.

Eleanor noticed this. "Seriously?" She asked, doing a mental facepalm and raising her eyebrows with a joking smile.

"What?" The other asked innocently, holding a couple of pictures depicting the German brothers drinking beer together in her hand. All these images in the back of her notebook were Hetalia-related, whether it be official character art and posters or printed screenshots of moments from the series. 

"Whenever we sit together I'm soon gonna have to start saying that I don't know you." She sighed, although this wasn't meant to be hurtful. She did like the series, but she wasn't as much of a fangirl as Jenny and didn't have a crush on anyone.

"This, my comrade, is my Narnia." She responded before doing a swift salute, placing her hand up to her forehead.

"You're hopeless." There was another sigh from the blonde Briton. This was what caused the other to laugh, before she reached into her bag for something and then suddenly said,

"I left one of my study books in my animation classroom. I'll be back in just a tick."

"Okay." Acknowledged Eleanor.

Within a minute Jenny was outside of the building which the library was a section of, running on her way to the art and animation block, which is where she spent a large majority of the weekdays during school hours. During a morning or lunch break, she sometimes liked to get up and walk or run around outside, just to take a bit of a stroll on campus because of her becoming restless when her imagination was active, so her having to go back and fetch her forgotten study book was a good enough opportunity for this.

Another couple of these magnificent things known as minutes passed and she was now making her return back to the uni library, her now found revision book hugged under her right arm while she ignored the sneaky whispering of Marley and his gang as she walked past them. Most of the time, when she was in a particularly good mood like she was right now, she would walk to her destination proudly with her chest thrown out somewhat and taking long strides with her legs but without attracting too much attention, like Germany would. A sort of march if you like.

She took a shortcut across one of the fields on campus. It was a bit big, but nothing too large, just the size of a few back gardens. She was running back, pretending that she was Italy retreating whenever he saw the British Army or scenarios of that nature, and she wasn't paying particular attention to where exactly her feet were landing on the grassy ground, so she didnt see it, but she felt something under the sole of her boot just for a split second, and this was what caused her to stop running and to glance down at the area where she felt the object lodged into the grass.