A Whateley Academy Tale
Fey: PMS and Other Problems
by Maggie Finson
Whateley: September 7, 2006
Burnout (of a kind)
Nikki let out a long, exasperated sigh as yet another group of guys checked her out in the dining communal dining room of Crystal Hall.
“What’s wrong with you?” Toni questioned over her cup of unsweetened tea.
“Just tired.” The redhead shrugged, then added. “And feeling kind of funny right now. I’ve haven’t felt too well all day long.”
“Maybe you should go to the clinic, then.” Tennyo put in between stuffing unbelievable amounts of food into her mouth. Privately, Nikki wondered with some amusement how the girl managed to even carry all the platters she had chosen for her lunch without actually juggling them.
“I don’t know, I just, you know, ache all over. Especially through my hips, my scalp feels like it’s trying to crawl off my head, and my -- umm -- breasts feel like they’ve been doused with itching powder.” Nikki answered with a funny look on her face as she realized what all that might imply. “Uh oh.”
“Did she just say uh oh?” Hank nervously questioned from behind the mound of food he was consuming while scanning the dining area for any sign of wayward magical beasties bent on mayhem.