Cass couldn't stop laughing. She couldn't stop laughing. Laughing, laughing, laughing. True belly laughs. Not titters. She was laughing with tears exploding out of her eyes and down her cheeks, her nose, past her lips and making a resevoir on her chin.
Laughing, laughing, laughing.
Wait, why was she laughing?
Laughing, laughing, laughing at her not being able to remember why she was laughing. Some small part of her brain tells her that there should be a reason why she should be laughing but it's not a big enough part of her to take that seriously. She's doubled up laughing on the floor now, and she knows that once the belly laughs have subsided and so has the stitch then she will get up. But until then. Laughing, laughing, laughing.
The small part of her brain inbetween each booming laugh tried to scramble for a reason, but the only thing she can remember is finding a hot chocolate with no owner laying in the kitchens. And it had smelled so lovely... She had to take a drink of that. And the marshmellows were pretty lovely. The Unattended Hot Choc was just begging to be drank. So drank it she did, until the little dregs left she decided to leave be, so the owner had at least something to drink. She wasn't that evil.
And then fast forward to the corridor. No time inbetween.
But she was still laughing. And crying. And doubled over, still laughing.
