* / i've got the worst hangover from you [ANDY]

[Korrie Eliza Beauchamp]

hit me out of nowhere like a car crash on the street
suddenly c o l l i d i n g into me - - - -
- - - HOW CAN THIS FEEL SO BAD WHEN YOU SEEM SO GOOD FOR ME? )

Korrie was going to be late. She was going to be really, really late. She'd been lounging around in her dorm room earlier, waiting for the time to come where she could finally head off to the fashion club meeting. But somewhere along the way, she'd managed to fall asleep. And ten minutes after it had started she woke up, staring at her alarm clock with a look of horror. She'd practically launched herself off of her duvet to grab clothes, grabbing pretty much the first things she could find without any consideration for the weather. It was only May, wasn't it? She peeked out her dorm's window for a half second, and then shrugged. It was close enough, she figured. All she had to survive was the short walk from her dorm, down a few floors to the main floor and into the sewing room. She tossed her necessities into her handbag, giving herself a quick once-over before slipping out the door. After all, Isabella d'Este wasn't one of the most well-respected women in the Italian Renaissance, especially for fashion, for looking ratty. Perhaps it was petty; she'd heard it from a few people. But only from the normals- after all, the other reincarnates knew how she felt. It wasn't her fault, now was it?

She slipped through the door of her dorm, closing it quietly behind her. Her roomates Chess and Freya had disappeared a while ago, even long before she'd fallen asleep. It was a messy life, she thought, three artists living together in the same cramped space. It wasn't uncommon to wake up to someone tripping over canvases, paintbrushes, or paint left lingering and laying around the floor. It was almost a free-for-all battle that they'd all silently agreed on, mainly for the entertainment factor. Many of Korrie's friends had learned that trying to walk around in her room and play minefield with art supplies was like having a death-wish. But it was how she preferred it. It was a comfortable sort of chaos, one that only fellow artists would understand.

Checking her phone again as she hurried down the hall and practically jumped down the stairs, she pursed her lips before hurrying her pace. She was twenty minutes later at this point, and she didn't know how long the meeting was going to last. Probably a fair amount, as they usually seemed to. It was an escape for many of the members in there, to talk and act on things that many others didn't understand to this extent. She was glad for the craziness of the fashion club, however- it had brought her nothing but joy since she'd joined it in her sophomore year. There were still some members she hadn't yet gotten to know, especially the ones who had just joined recently.

And by the time she reached the doors of the sewing club, she was a grand total of twenty-three minutes late. She smiled awkwardly, running a hand through her red-brown hair as she chewed nervously on her lip. Heads swivelled to watch her as she slid through the door, eyes scanning for an empty space. Familiar faces offered her bemused smiles. “Sorry I'm late.” she apologized, although to no one in particular. Closing the door behind her, she tucked a piece of stray hair that had fallen from her ponytail behind her ear, and turned to the nearest face, a face that wasn't too familiar. Andy Valterra. She'd seen the girl around on more than one occasion, and smiled a crooked smile. “So, what'd I miss?”

TAG cal & andy
WORD COUNT five ninety six :3
NOTES I CAN'T WRITE
OUTFIT in the photo cause i'm lazy
CREDIT mien

[Andy Lee Valterra]

Andy had recently joined the fashion club after entering the school. It definitely seemed like something right up her interests because of the fact that she did make many of her clothes or at least altered the ones she bought so they fit better. She didn’t have much of a figure being that she wasn’t actually female so she liked to hide that with poof. It was easy to pretend she had one that way and people wouldn’t really notice the lack of one if she only wore things that made it look like she did have one. Anyway though she had decided on a purple poofy dress for the day and had wandered the halls of Riverdale in her heels. Sure it wasn’t always easy to walk up and down the stairs in them, and certainly she couldn’t do ballet in them, but she liked them all the same. They were pretty and Andy definitely had a love of pretty things.

She had not been to a ton of fashion club meetings yet, but then again she hadn’t been at very many RSOR meetings either. She was still pretty new to the school and thus had just joined the clubs a few weeks ago. She didn’t even know everyone there yet either. Though, with how RSOR was set up she was pretty sure she wouldn’t know everyone pretty much ever, but hopefully she could start getting to know some of the girls in the fashion club. She knew a few names, but was still learning them and would probably screw up a bit or blank on a name or two for the next few meetings. Though, it seemed that most people in the club had a name that kind of stood out. Her own name didn’t do that as much, or maybe it did for the simple fact that it was one that was typically a shortened form of either Andrea or Andrew. It was hard to say though.

Anyway, the sophomore had made her way to the club meeting and gave a shy hello before going and sitting down by a machine. She was currently pinning some fluff to a skirt in order to finish it. She had started working on it earlier and was going to try and finish it during club. Whether she would or not depended on if the machine wanted to cooperate and if she didn’t miss any stitches or sew it on backwards somehow. It had happened before if she wasn’t paying attention. Taking out stitches was a pain and definitely took forever, so she was trying to make sure that she was doing it correctly the first time so that she could finish the skirt and maybe wear it sometime during the week.

She had just begun the sewing when she heard the door open and someone apologize for being late. Andy looked up for a moment and smiled before returning to sewing the under part of the skirt to the top of the skirt. When the late girl sat down next to her she was blanking on a name for the moment, but when she started talking she remembered the girl’s name was Korrie. Hearing the question Andy thought about it for a moment. ”Honestly? Nothing, we all kind of just started working on different projects after exchanging a few hellos.” she said with a smile. ”Did you get distracted I take it? she said with a smile while she was shaking out the skirt that just needed lace and a few other things added to it. Just had to add decorative flares such as a few fabric flowers that she still had to make and figure out. She had a pattern for them, but wasn’t sure how it was going to work out yet and thus would reserve judgment until she tried to make them.

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words: 664
tag: Steph / Korrie <3
note: let the cute begin~
outfit: click