Two girls have developed their own magic, subversive punk queer magic which they do with their bare hands. Their hairstyles reminds me of the girls in tATu. They roam the school as they please and perform mischief.
My perspective is as one of the girls, but I’m also in the dream for certain parts — though I couldn’t tell if I was Orin (but I don’t think so).
On the second day of the month the pair are involved with putting up a giant unauthorized pride flag. Quite difficult to remove, logistically and politically.
In an empty student dorm one of them invents a new spell on the fly called “repair zipper” to alter a backpack. Upon finding it, the student will have no idea why it’s fixed. That’s the kind of chaotic faerie motivation that is their modus operandi. It also has the edge of an absurd perversion, using magic on something so base and technological/manufactured.
Idly, the other girl recalls wistfully when they used to actually touch each other sexually, when they first developed their queer magic, when they felt they had to prove they were “real” lesbians. By now, they’re totally preoccupied with using the powers they created then. No one would even question them.
They sneak up on the outside windows of the lowest-most student apartments. These coveted residences are high above the ground, the best views of this giant 4 level tree-like school building. One corner I see even has a toilet with that great view. Mostly the residents are seniors, meaning their friends here have known them the longest. Experienced enough to not welcome such antics, but resigned to accept them when they do. The girls have no trouble wiling their way inside. There’s a hypercolor file cabinet in a dorm, guitar and amp, other things you would expect.
I wish there were a firmer ending; I don’t remember what they did! Perhaps that was more of the mischief.