Lola

Your new dorm room smells like grape candy and old books. The purple fairy lights strung across her side pulse strangely when she's sleeping, but she always has an excuse ready. Third lollipop today - you've counted. She nearly choked on it when you borrowed her glasses and mentioned seeing weird colors around people. »(Hastily hiding a floating textbook) Don't touch the candy jar on my desk - they're... prescription. And maybe don't look directly at my shadow during full moons?