Editing Warhammer High (section)

==A Strange Exchange==

"HEY FURBALL! CATCH!"
Freya spun around just in time to see the projectile speeding towards her head. 

She jumped and took the object square in the chest, bracing her hands against a force that would have downed the likes of Morticia in a heart beat. Glaring down the hallway, she saw Furia glaring back with that infuriating smirk. 

"What the hell's your problem!" The other students in the hall fell silent as Freya roared back at her assailant. "Ya run out of initiates to harass or are ya just lookin to meet the Emprah early?"

"Tsch, such harsh words," chided Furia, that grin never leaving her face. "Maybe I should just take it back then?"

"Take what back?"

"I thought dogs were more observant than that. You said you needed those accelerator parts for your bike right? My dad had a spare in the garage... so... here you go."

Freya finally looked at the thing she caught: a heavy, beat up, rectangular box, wrapped sloppily in newspaper. The other students in the hallway let out a sigh of relief and stopped bracing for disaster. Caught between embarrassment and frustration, Freya yammered out what passed for appreciation. "Ummm... well... thanks. But ya didn't have ta try and bean me with it." 

"Oh? but where would be the fun i.... HEY WAIT DON'T OPEN IT NOW!" Furia started walking towards the other girl, her trademark smirk smirk, as well as all color, drained from her face.

"What? Don't tell me its a trap. That's totally not your department anyway." Unimpressed and typically impatient, Freya tore through the shoddy packaging and pulled out chrome plated motorcycle parts from amid the packing peanuts. "Awesome, just what I needed!"

"Good... lets just say you owe me." Furia's smirk was beginning to creep across her face again, but the tone of hesitancy in her voice was obvious.

"Sure thing, so long as you don't act like an asshole all the time". Freya was about to turn and leave when she felt a shift in the weight of the box. "Hmmm... Something else at the bottom?" Digging deeper, she found another, smaller box, poorly wrapped in red paper and adorned with a paper flower cut from red 
construction paper. "What in the Emperor's name is this?"

Furia's face was as white as Konrad Kruze's butt reflecting a full moon. She could only stutter a pathetic opposition as the contents of the secret package were revealed to the world.

"Chocolates? Did you pack somethign by mistake? HA! I got it, they are probably filled with Catachan Death Sauce. Ya almost had me."

"Ya... exactly... Go choke on a few..." The blond bully mumbled, her fists clenched and knuckles white.

"Ya almost got me. Here, take em and try it again on someone else. I bet you can catch that stuck up bitch Lyra if you play your cards right"

"No. Just take them" Furia snapped back between grinding teeth.

The other students began to scatter or take cover again.

"What for?"

"Just fucking take them ok!" Furia shoved the sweets back, trying to cram the already dented gift back into the box of machinery.

Now, Freya is the type of lass that is easily confused when familiar people exhibit strange, new, behaviors. This event was no exception and so she started to push back. Her confusion was only heightened when she found herself plastered to the lockers with her arms pinned above her head. Furia's body was centimeters away, eyes glaring intently, one hand around her wrists and the other holding the box against the wall. 

Suddenly, the agressor became aware of just how compromising the position was and dropped her prey. Flustered beyond words for perhaps the first time in her life, Furia shoved the box into the other girls hands and backed away. "Do you want the fucking stuff or what"

"Why do ya care if I take these or not? Its not like ya like me or anything, stupid. ... Right?"

The hall became as silent as a necron tomb world. 
Furia just glared a response. 

"Wait... you're serious... aren't you" Comprehension bubbled to the surface of Freya's mind but her thoughts were stolen by a sudden blow to her diaphragm. 

"Check your calendar asshole!" the delinquent shouted before sprinting out of the building.

The sound of Furia's choked-back sobs reverberated in Freya's ears as she slumped against the lockers, trying to find her breath. 

A thunderclap shocked her back to reality as a blanket wrapped Miranda appeared in a sudden plume of ozone and menthol scented air. 

"Miranda... I thought you were sick."

"I still am", the psyker wheezed, "However I felt reality break for a moment in this vicinity and I felt the need to investigate. It was almost like the warp froze over." 

"Really... Hey Miranda. What day is it?"

"Day? The fourteenth day of the second month of the year of our Emperor 298.M34. Why?"