<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://static-secure.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Guardian/Pix/pictures/2014/7/25/1406315570831/7d5c1eda-29a3-420e-86f8-6da0f5703060-2060x1236.jpeg)<br/> <strong>Name:</strong> Shane Harris<br/> <strong>Sortment:</strong> Bronze Student (3rd year)<br/> <strong>Tag:</strong> FÉLICITÉ MERCIER <br/> <strong>Mood:</strong> Brooding<br/> <strong>Clothes:</strong> White t-shirt, faded skinny <br/> jeans with a few tears. Red hightop chucks. <br/> No make up<br/> <strong>Eating:</strong> An Italian Sub, lettuce, <br/> tomatoes, and mayo with provolone cheese.<br/> <br/><hr/></div><br/><br/>After having a get out of hand party in her dorm room she shared with Ebony the night before, Shane made her way down to the great dining hall and decided she needed a little peace and quiet to nurse her headache she was currently hating. Hangovers sucked. Her brow knit into a slight frown whenever a student was a bit too loud. Happy for a moment that she hadn't run into anyone who wanted to cling to her and talk. The brunette made her way towards the sub station and ordered up her sub, before grabbing a bag of Doritos and a fountain coke-cola. Handing her meal card over for verification and frowning as she was also asked for her student ID. With an exasperated grunt, Shane set her ID down and waited, tapping her foot whilst the woman proceeded to check all the details and slide her meal card through the reader.<strong>"Satisfied?"</strong>She asked the lady rather angrily then walked towards the nearest table that was empty and far away from other people.<br/><br/><br/>Sighing, Shane unpacked her sub and opened her chips taking a sip from her drink. Just as she placed her elbows on the table and was about to bring half the sub to her mouth her eyes caught sight of a familiar person. Crystal blue eyes followed the blond, blinking in confusion. Setting down her sub, Shane rubbed her forehead and peered at the woman blinking as he jaw went slack. That couldn't be her! It was impossible. For once in her life things were looking up and Shane couldn't help but wonder if this was a product of drinking all night long. Perhaps she was seeing things. She was too far away to be sure. Leaving her meal on the table, Shane stood up almost in a dream state and gravitated towards the woman that looked so much like her mentor.<br/><br/><br/>Who was currently scoping out the large menu on the wall, as Shane approached her steps sped up. Each one had Shane's heart beating faster in her chest. Finally, she realized that was indeed Lea Mercier. But before Shane could reach the other woman, a group of students crossed in front of her and for a second Shane lost sight of Lea she had seemed to move elsewhere. Scanning the crowd and spotting her. Shane didn't want to take any more changes and ran the remaining steps between them.<strong>"LEA?! Ms. Mercier!?"</strong>She shouted out, almost regretting her decision immediately her head pounding as she grabbed the side of her head and frowned.<br/><br/><br/>Plastering on a wide smile she couldn't help but wrap her arms around Lea in greeting.<strong> "Oh my god, what the hell are you doing here? You've just made my year."</strong>She confessed her arms still wrapped around Lea gratefully as she breathed in her soft scent. Sighing out happily her eyes shut, Shane reluctantly let her go and held her shoulders to get a good look at her.<strong>"It's been too damn long. You're a sight for sore eyes. Tell me you've come to spring me free from this place." </strong>