Arranged on a Wall

Lotte stepped back from the whiteboard, pausing to see what she had put up. Tacked across the whole board were photos, some showing places around the school and others showing other things, like sunsets and wildlife. Each picture was taken from certain angles, and thus looked pretty professional. Lotte seemed unhappy, however, examining some of them over and shaking her head. It was sunset, and dying rays of light peeked through the window. Ethel, meanwhile, sat on a stool, eyes closed and looking as if she was dosing off. Even ghosts had to keep up the power of their life force. Lotte used Ethel's life force when in combat, and the only way it could recharge was if Ethel slept. Because of this, the girl could feel tired, and was tired. They were currently in one of the studio rooms, and seating was arranged in a semi circle around the whiteboard she was using. The art room was being used already, and no one was in the orchestra room, so she thought it would be alright if she quickly looked at her work...
If quickly meant took an hour.
"Hmmm..." said the girl silently, but she never dared to say anything. She had been in a trance like this for the longest time. Was anything going to end it?

A slight creaking noise could be heard as the door to the room was opened. Montare had decided he might as well look around the school a bit more, seeing as he had neglected to do so up until now. He just hoped he would not run into Alicia or that other boy. He stopped in his tracks when he saw the girl examining the pictures that were up on the whiteboard. "Oh, sorry. I was just taking a look around the school."

"Gah!"
The girl jumped, turning to Montare and trying her best to guard the pictures. A blush of embarrassment flooded her face, and Ethel even was about to fall off the stool herself. It was an over-exaggeration, but Lotte was serious about her work with photography and was ashamed by some of the angles she had taken up there. "Don't look; it is hideous!" she pleaded to the stranger. Ethel rolled her eyes, and stayed put on the stool, watching Lotte's pathetic attempt at covering up the art.

Montare stood with a confused look. "Uhm, the pictures look fine..." he told Lotte. She seemed really modest about the pictures, although they looked just fine. Was she used to doing better? He closed the door behind him as he leaned on the wall nearby, thinking he might scare the girl if he went up to take a seat.

Lotte was already turned around, with crossed arms, when she froze. She felt the presence of someone still. She whipped around at the boy again, pointing at him. "Gah! Why are you still here!?" she shouted in anger. What was his deal!? He says he was touring the school, and doesn't go afterwards? She didn't want someone snooping around while she looked at her work, especially someone she did not know.

Montare could tell she really didn't like him being here. He turned and opened the door. Damn, why do her pictures mater to her so much? he thought as he began to walk out, careful not to close the door on his tail.

the end