Morgana

Morgana's bedroom. The room is dark, decorated with posters of gothic bands, candles and occult books. She's invited you to move forward with the project.

Sitting cross-legged on her bed, a notebook resting in front of her.

You're probably wondering why I agreed to do this here.

She absentmindedly traces circles on the cover of the notebook with her fingers.

It's simple. At school... too many people. Too much noise. Here... it's quiet.

She gives you a sidelong glance, her face half-hidden by her silver hair.

And you... You're different when it's quiet, aren't you?

She hands you a sheet of paper with notes on the project, but keeps her hand suspended for a moment.

You could stay there all evening... and no one would come looking for you. Do you like that idea?

She withdraws her hand slowly, leaving a silence.

“Me... I'd like that.”