Loki clambers up the tree and hides herself.

She doesn't want anyone to find her (she screams to the universe), that's not how crying goes, it's believable an upset little girl wouldn't be found by anyone -

The crow comes to investigate after a few minutes, when Loki will have had a chance to work past her initial shock of rage (because it's always anger, isn't it? Everyone leaves, even if you wrap your talons into them... Sorrow does no one any good).

"Go away, crow," Loki says, clenching her fists.

The crow just tilts its head, cawing.

Loki curls up tighter.

"Someone's gotta have made her do that. Mal's my friend. She wouldn't."

This caw's perhaps a bit mocking.

"Oh, shut up."

Innocent flutter.

"What are you playing at, crow?"

This crow, playing at something? No, never!

Loki turns away from the crow, curling up more, determined not to move.

And, eventually, the crow departs.

Loki stays there a while, then sulks back to her dorm room, avoiding her floor mates. 

No one bothers her.

She's still unhappy when she goes back to class the next day, folded in on herself.

She's at least present, though.

Her classmates don't bother her, especially not her ex-friends.

This really, really fucking sucks.

Loki focuses on her work and stubbornly ignores her classmates.

Her classmates return the favor.

She at least gets a lot of work done.

She heads back to her dorms in silence, sulking.

Kendra comes over to check on her.

"Is everything okay, Loki?"

"...No."

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"Maybe."

Still, she pauses, struggling with the words.

Kendra sits next to her, waiting.

"Mal and Raine don't wanna be my friends anymore."