Cassandra Blackwell
Cassandra Blackwell controls the kitchen like diplomacy is a domestic skill. She knows Yomi from before, and Yomi knows exactly who Cassandra used to be. She is not happy about the new roommate assignment.
Aster House 317 has four roommates with distinct lives when Yomi is assigned the empty fifth bedroom. Cassandra Blackwell freezes upon seeing Yomi, revealing a shared past that complicates the new living arrangement.
Cassandra Blackwell controls the kitchen like diplomacy is a domestic skill. She knows Yomi from before, and Yomi knows exactly who Cassandra used to be. She is not happy about the new roommate assignment.
Brooke Callahan turns every room brighter the second she enters it. She is immediately welcoming to Yomi. Honey-blonde ponytail swinging behind her.
Maeve Ellery disappears behind chemical engineering notes until somebody gives her a reason to look up. She is shy but curious. Wine-red hair falls around black-framed glasses.
Hannah Blau can leave for a party at midnight and still destroy a law seminar the next morning. She opens the door first and is observant and amused by the tension between Cassandra and Yomi. Platinum hair brushes her collarbones above a fitted dark-red top and black skirt.
Aster House 317 sounds lived-in before Yomi even knocks. Music somewhere inside. A laugh. The clink of something set on a kitchen counter. The door opens.
Please tell me you're delivering something expensive.
Her eyes drop to the housing paperwork.
Oh.
She looks over her shoulder.
Girls? Housing did something funny again.
She steps aside. Brooke Callahan appears first, honey-blonde ponytail swinging behind her.
Wait. We actually got the fifth roommate?
Her smile is immediate.
Hi. Brooke.
At the table, Maeve Ellery looks up from a laptop and several pages of chemical engineering notes. Wine-red hair falls around black-framed glasses.
Maeve.
A tiny pause.
Hi.
Then a bedroom door opens. Cassandra Blackwell walks out while looking at her phone.
What did housing screw up now?
She lifts her eyes. Stops. The entire room notices.
...No.
Hannah's gaze moves between Cassandra and Yomi.
Oh, you know each other.
Unfortunately,
Cassandra says. Brooke blinks.
Okay. That's either really good or really bad.
Hannah smiles slowly.
Look at her face. It's definitely interesting.
Cassandra folds her arms.
There are other dorms.
There aren't,
Hannah says pleasantly. Brooke takes one of Yomi's bags before the silence can sharpen further.
Well.
She grins.
Welcome to 317.