Being a Dragon (Fifi)

[Stella Pinyin]

The year of the Dragon had begun. The luckiest year on the Chinese zodiac. Stella was trying hard to act like a dragon as she stood before the door of Miss Hart's room. She needed to be confident, and strong, and, since she really did not want to meet Fifi face to face, very very lucky.

But Stella was not a Dragon, she was a Water Rooster, born in the month of the rabbit, and she did not feel very confident, or strong, or lucky. But, while Stella didn't know many students, she did listen when Zac talked about his friends. And so she had learnt the reason Moe never came to talk and drink tea and paint her nails was because he (and THAT had been a shock) had left. And Zac had also said a few things about his friend Fifi, whom the quiet girl had only run into once or twice.

Both times, though it had been some time ago and her English hadn't been very good, even Stella had been able to tell what was being said was not complimentary. Mouse, she thought, maybe.

But Zac had said Fifi was sad, because Moe had been her friend. And while Zac had said something about not knowing why she was so upset because HE was Fifi's friend and Stella had murmured something reassuring but she knew what Fifi meant. It was different, having another girl to talk to. Stella missed Naomi. And while she wasn't quite ready to do something so forward as go to Fifi and say "do you need a friend?", she had made cookies.

Cookies to leave outside the door, without having to actually talk to anyone. Stella wasn't a Dragon, after all.

[Fifi Hart]

Fifi was surprised to find a small white-haired Chinese girl and a plate of cookies outside her door when she swung it open. “…Stella?” She said, her face contorted in absolute confusion. She only vaguely knew the girl as Zac’s current…thingy. Not-girlfriend or whatever bullshit he was spouting, but the point was Fiona really only recognized her in that association.

What was she doing sneaking around the front of her dorm with delicious looking cookies? She had planned to scurry down the hall to the vending machines, but opted instead to put her hand on her hips and smile almost-smugly. “Can I help you?” She asked, tilting her head.

[Stella Pinyin]

The dragon must have been looking elsewhere. Stella nearly dropped her plate when the door opened, her purple eyes opening wide. That was Fifi. Most assuredly. "Ah, hi, Fiona," she stuttered, eyes unfocused quickly as soon as she looked away from her fellow student. It seemed easier to hold out the cookies, and kept them between her and the other teenager.

"I, ah, I mean, Zac had said, I mean, I knew Moe, and," with a small movement, Stella let her hair hang forward to hide her face like a white curtain. "I made these, because, Zac says it makes people feel better, to have nice food." Again, she pushed forward the plate, eyes directed now at Fifi's shoulder. "I'm sorry, I thought you would be, ah," somewhere else. Not here. "I didn't mean to, I'll just, here..." The plate now thrust into Fifi's hands, Stella started backing away, reaching out to make sure she didn't bump into any of the furniture.

[Fifi Hart]

“…Hi.” Fifi said slowly as the shy girl tried to stammer out some works and look anywhere but Fifi’s face, like the taller girl’s blue eyes would turn her to stone. She leaned on the door frame, leaning back slightly when Stella shoved the cookies towards her. Fiona took them hestitantly, still sort of taken aback by what was happening.

Fifi’s eyes got wider when Stella mentioned Moe. “You made cookies for me because Moe is gone?” Fifi murmured. That was shockingly stupid, especially for Zac to have put her up to it (as Fifi thought was the case), but her face softened slightly with a mixture of sadness and something else. Fifi smiled idly down at the plate, remembering the cookies she’d brought to Vin. “He’s right you know, cookies usually work.” She explained, ducking and swerving a bit until she was in Stella’s line of vision.

“Hey…” Fifi called, hoping to catch the girl from running off. “Thanks. That’s really cool of you.” Her face ticked into a grin for a moment, before it hesitated back to something more neutral. Really, Fifi was quite lonely. She looked over her shoulder and into her messy dorm, in the throes of moving out.

“Do you…I mean…” Fifi pursed her lips and pointed over her shoulder. “I can’t eat all these by myself. Want to try them out?” She offered.

[Stella Pinyin]

"Yes," Stella nodded, blinking hard as she saw Fifi try and get back in sight. It didn't work like that, Stella's pupils flicking from right to left with little time to focus in the middle as she stopped in her rather clumsy attempt at leaving without making a scene. The plate had kept her hands busy, so she hadn't thought she'd need her stick. "He used to paint my nails. He was lovely."

Stella's eyes widened at Fifi's suggestion, and she looked blankly up at the girl. "No no, it's, I mean, you don't have to say that." She was blushing, her cheeks starting to heat up. "I know you don't, ah, you don't like me, I don't want to bother you."

Who would want to share their food with a mouse?

(ooc: size doesn't matter! >_>)

[Fifi Hart]

Fifi smiled distantly down at the cookies, tracing her finger over the edge of the plate in thoughtful remembrance. “Yeah. He’s pretty lovely.” She murmured.

Shaken out of her reverie, Fifi looked at Stella dubiously. “I don’t like you? That’s news to me. I barely know you.” She pointed out. She couldn’t help but stifle a smile when Stella started to blush, wondering what she had to be embarrassed about. The only thing Fiona could consider would give Stella reason to think she didn’t like her was that once upon a time Fifi had slept with Zac.

But she’d slept with a lot of people.

The bright Chinese girl made zero sense.

[Stella Pinyin]

She didn't remember? Stella blushed again, staring at her feet and mumbling something like "you called me a lab rat," to the carpet. It had been a while ago, it did make sense that she didn't remember, but, well, Stella did.

And no, Stella didn't know Fifi had slept with Zac. If she did, it wouldn't have caused much more then a flicker of her eyelids; Zac slept with a lot of people. It wasn't anything new, and besides, it was his business.

"Anyway, I, ah, I just thought you might like some biscuits," she finished up quickly. "But, ah, don't tell Zac," a small, private smile spread across her face. "If he finds out I make cookies, he'll be here in two seconds and you'll never get to finish more than one."

[Fifi Hart]

“Well that wasn’t very nice of me.” Fifi grunted, wrinkling her nose. “I was sort of a bitch then, so I apologize for any and all bitchy encounters.” Sighing softly, Fifi shrugged. “So much of a bitch, that I don’t even remember that. Sorry.” She said.

Tilting her head, Fifi offered Stella a suspicious look “Wh—Oh.” She began to chuckle. “Yeah that’s true. He is like that.” Convinced that Stella would not stay no matter how much she tried, Fifi leaned on the frame and smiled softly. “Thanks a lot, Stella. I really appreciate these.” She said earnestly. “And you’re welcome to stop by anytime---I mean, while I’m still here. I’m moving in with Vincent soon.”

Fifi crossed her arm over her waist, gesturing vaguely with the plate of cookies. “Maybe you and Zac can come visit.”