Eyes diverted as she passed, cast down towards the linoleum.

Lips were tightened into thin lines, the type of expression received from a cashier at the grocery store. 

A hush spread through the corridor, magnifying every scuffle from an over-priced pair of shoes. 

Whispered words floated from cherry-chapstick lips into the stale air of the hallway, stagnant, waiting ever so patiently.

For

A choreographed explosion worthy of an academy award. A hurricane leaving no survivors. The violent crash of waves against a jagged bluff.

Goosebumps prickled arms, sweat glazing nervous hands. 

Anticipating.

And yet,

Nothing mere of television static filled the vacancy in the atmosphere surrounding them. 

A blank reaction, her expression kept as a blank slate of marble.

Her demeanor kept at a chilling temperature, shockingly frigid.

She sauntered through the crowded masses, biting all of her tongues.

Cold blood coursing through her body and venom on her lips, 

Holding out until graduation for Medusa was going to be a task. 

//The Girl with Snakes as Hair\\