Charlie sighed. It wasn't often that she was able to get so much affection from her sorority sisters, so at least some good came from the mess she'd made. She smiled at Melissa again and steeled her nerve to get rid of that blasted chalk mark in the basement. The first one was an honest mistake and she could forgive herself for that one, but bringing Shizuru into the picture was something they shouldn't have done without considering all the options first. It wasn't Lee's fault... She could sympathize with what it was like for her dark-haired friend. Lately, "hooking up" had become the closest thing to dating that most college kids did. It was pathetic and sad and, ultimately, lonely. But Charlie was proud to know that none of her sisters had given the useless habit. They were proud and unique and full of integrity and the Stowe gal was feeling very unworthy of them at that moment.<br/><br/>She pulled the chain and trudged dejectedly downstairs. As she passed into the laundry room, she saw the white chalk to the left. She flinched guiltily and moved her eyes away. She only had a small basket of clean, dry bedding to fold and yet she managed to make it last excruciatingly long. Her mind raced back through the day's events and she shook her head repeatedly at every stupid mistake she'd made as she though of it. "What a difference a single day can make..." she lamented aloud with a sigh. "First, I'm being a good student, working on my project - studying, essentially - and then..." She plopped the basket full of folded clothes down on the table and reached to clean out the lint trap so it would be ready for Lee when she came down to finish her own laundry.<br/><br/>It was ironic that all of this happened to her when she was doing homework - unfortunately for Charlie, she was rather known for procrastinating. Usually she was able to turn things around and do well on tests but her homework suffered drastically.<em>"Just goes to show my luck either way..."</em>she thought, clenching her teeth. She picked up the white basket and moved towards the stairs but paused to lean against the wall on the other side of the door to the laundry room. She thought of Shizuru, and how she seemed so drawn to Miyu somehow.... and then Arianna and the cooking boy popped into her mind. Was it just coincidence that these two were already doing so well around one of the girls? It was surreal but so confusing. She felt so unworthy and like such a screw-up that she soon found herself crying. Even if she was stupid enough to keep performing the spell and it actually worked, there'd never be anyone there for her.<br/><br/>A few moments later, she dried her eyes but continued to make violent sniffing sounds involuntarily as she moved over to grab a broom. Standing in front of the circle once again she felt numb. She blinked for several seconds and then felt compelled to grab the wall paint. She would never have made it very far in the Art major if she wasn't able to pour her emotions into her work. Being that the residents in the Phi Beta house were allowed to decorate it however they liked and leave their marks when they left, she decided to make a statement out of the circle. She painted over the chalk with white paint, taking care to form every line perfectly because she knew it would be the last chance she'd have to feel the fluidity of the lines and the history behind it.<br/><br/>The work calmed her down and she stopped shaking, though she had been gone far too long than it would have taken her to simply fold some laundry. She wasn't too concerned about gaining attention from her actions, she knew her sisters knew her better than to assume she was making the same mistake again. In reality, she was already reaching for the black paint to finish her statement. She wanted to paint over the circle in vast areas to make it obsolete, yet with enough of it displayed to show off its beauty. Her plan was to make it look as if the floor holding the circle was falling apart and crumbling away - just like her silly thoughts of love were starting to.