“My locker is jammed again. I’m ready to find a lockermate and just be done with it.” [from Wyvern]
“You want me to try to open it?” Jørgen knew he was stronger than the other, so he figured it was worth a try.
“Sure.” Jørgen knew more or less where the band room was, though he never had any reason to go there. The room itself was too large to ignore.
He reached out to gently hold Wyvern’s elbow. He usually preferred not to be so tactile, but with the blind girl, he felt he had no choice. “Oh, yeah, I heard about that. Didn’t really know anything about him until after he was gone. Still, it’s a shame.” Wes Craven was a name that he barely would have recognized until very recently, but his death was clearly impactful, if someone like Waheed would ditch school because of it. If Jørgen knew that was a viable excuse, he might have taken the day off as well.
Wyvern gave a solemn nod and a sigh. She knew enough about the world of horror movies just by being around Waheed, and knew better than to question his grief. This was someone he admired, someone he wanted to be like. He was probably the reason he was so passionate about the film club.
“I’m sorry, I’m not making you late for anything, am I?” she asked with a regretful frown. Someone passed by to the side of her, almost bumping into her and causing her to have a quick start. These hallways were far too narrow.
