"We're going to be late!" The stern voice came in a harsh whisper, Luke standing over his sister, Leila, who was putting yet another braid in her long, black hair. He could only think that it wouldn't take so long if she would just cut it, he wondered how she could stand dealing with it, the constant brushing and effort it took to maintain it. By now she had braided in several blue ribbons the same colour as her dress, a frilly concoction that seemed more suited for a porcelain doll, rather than a highschooler. "It can't be helped, brother." She huffed as she tied off the last braid, smiling at herself in the mirror. She wore a bright, blue dress with lace trim that to Luke was a little too short, coming only just to mid-thigh, something she had been warned about many times but still she did not listen.

"I should have left without you." Luke ground out as he stormed down the hall, Leila falling behind as she casually followed. The teachers hated when they were late, and already he had been twice this year, thanks to his sister. She begged him to walk with her to class, so he got up early and readied himself, only to find her still sleeping or finishing homework she had put off. They only had this one class together this year, a big difference from having nearly every class together in their first three years here. He had adapted fine but she was still quite upset about it and looked forward to Monday and Wednesday mornings, even if it was just a boring History class.

They arrived just a moment after the teacher shut the door, the loud click echoing in the hall. Luke cringed and grabbed the handle, turning slowly and dreading the confrontation. Before he could do anything, Leila threw open the door and pushed past him, practically skipping to her seat, oblivious to the angry teacher at the front of the room. "Sorry..." Luke mumbled, bowing his head and slowly shuffling to his seat beside his sister, who looked perfectly pleased with herself, not caring that they would likely be written up. Again.