Xaviers!

At some point after making sure Haley wasn't going to die on her (despite the noted improvement in the music that gets played in the room that would have come with) Miriam must have crawled into bed herself. She has no idea when exactly she went to bed, she must have just passed out after an exhausting night. The weak rays of a setting sun are shining through the mostly pulled curtain and when she sits up with a groan her shoulder moves into the path of one of them. Letting out a sharp yell at her skin immediately turning an angry red and sizzling slightly she pushes herself back with her legs and ends up in the corner of her bed, blanket pulled up to her chin like a frightened kid. She carefully reaches out for her shoulder and winces a little when she touches the burnt skin, which suddenly makes the scattered beams of light spearing through the room seem much less friendly. Gathering the blanket around herself like a protective cover she launches herself from the bed and hurries to the door, ducking through the light of the setting sun. Closing the door behind herself she lets out a sigh of relief and let's herself fall back against the door for a moment.


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Tereza is just coming out of her room and she stops when she sees Miriam. "Haley playing bad music again?"

Bloody hell, Sam's lapdog. Just what I needed.

"Just a rough couple days, couple too many drinks." she says evasively. She does look pretty pale and disheveled and like she just crawled out of bed.

"I'd say so. Kind of a late start to the day," she says, "Even I don't party that hard. Celebrating something?"

"That's because downing a bottle of vodka by yourself isn't partying." Miriam says before she can stop herself. In her defense, she's had a couple really shitty days. "Just lost track of time and rolled over one too many times." she mumbles, trying to move away from the insult.

Tereza's lip curls slightly and she steps uncomfortably close to Miriam, "At least I wouldn't go out partying when my girlfriend's having night terrors." At this range, it's not hard for Miriam's senses to pick up the undercurrent of 'wolf' riding under all the other scents clinging to Tereza.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"She blew the windows out of the common room, left a scorch mark on the floor. Rumor is she had some sort of weird dream. I definitely heard the thunder. Not something you usually hear in December."

"Great. Just great... Now would you kindly get out of my face?" she says, only refraining from giving Tereza's shoulders a shove because she's afraid it'll be like shoving a wall.

"Hey, I'm not the one who started this and I'm not the one who's making it sound like her girlfriend's troubles are an inconvenient imposition." She half-steps aside, but Miriam would still have to brush past her. "Hopefully Wanda finds someone who will actually support her."

"Maybe you should mind your own business instead of being a judgmental bitch." she says, extricating herself from between Tereza and the door without bumping into her too much.

Tereza gives a derisive sniff and then frowns, making a grab for Miriam's shoulder. "If you were out drinking, why do you smell like blood?"

And that was when Haley, fresh from her post-class afternoon nap,(almost more of an after-class collapse face-first into her pillow) walked out the door with a large bandage slapped onto her throat.

"You guys okay?" she asked groggily, picking up some of the animosity in the air.

"Because I never said I was out drinking." she snaps when Tereza's grip on her shoulder stops her and spins her around to face her. "We had an emergency last night, which is why I'm a little loopy after helping Haley. Which I wasn't going to bring up so I wouldn't have to embarrass her in front of people, but there you go. Happy now? Her telekinesis exploded a glass on her nightstand." she lies smoothly.

Tereza frowns, obviously not happy, but she's obviously cut short by the Haley-evidence now presenting itself in the hall. "You okay, Haley?" She turns her attention to the tiny Texan.

Haley hesitated for a moment, but maybe she could pass that off as being still groggy.

"Uh...so what are we telling people about what happened.....that?" she spoke mentally to her roommate.

"Y-yeah...just lost a bit of blood, kinda...yeah. Just still really groggy."

Convincing.

"Good lord, you're a telepath, how are you so bad at lieing?"

"So yeah. But thanks for guilt-tripping me about not being in two places at once. Maybe you should try being a little less wolf and a little more human."

"I wouldn't be giving you grief about it if there weren't people trying to use your girlfriend to turn off the sun," Tereza growls, rounding on Miriam. "Sam told me about the guy at the club. She's vulnerable and you know it."

"....Reza, the growling is like...super scary. Can we not...uh...well you know. Eat my roommate and I?"

Thats my roommate's job.

Tereza actually looks hurt, "I don't eat people. It's not even a consideration. What do you take me for?"

Haley sighed, squinted her eyes shut, and rubbed her temples. "I'm sorry, Reza...I'm just tired and I still feel like crap, and there's a lot of tension in the air right here, and the growling is scary.

"If you don't want people to think you're a rabid animal then maybe you shouldn't act like one. And keep your damn nose out of my relationships." Miriam snipes as she tries to brush past Tereza to head towards the showers.

Brushing past Tereza isn't as difficult as she originally imagined. She has very little trouble pushing past her, which earns a strange look from Tereza. But as Miriam decides to move past the brick wall of werewolf, she picks up the stray thought that Tereza has decided to stop talking to a brick wall and is just letting Miriam go.

"I...better get going. Uh...you know. Study group. Er..Dinner," Haley fumbled, looking nervously between her departing roommate, and Tereza.

"I'm sorry, 'Reza...didn't mean to...you know. Say that. I know you'd never hurt me."

She looked very much like she wanted to say something else, but started to turn and walk down the hall in the opposite direction of her roommate.