Their shared bedroom contained a limited amount of space. It was only big enough to house two twin beds and two small dressers with lamps. There wasn't much room to walk around, and there wasn't a bathroom either—a beige box with bland decor. Usually, boys and girls weren't roomed together, but the Headmaster had no choice. Far too many children were left behind as the disaster caused by Team Plasma ripped away their parents. Very few people wanted to adopt the kids who were scarred and deal with their complicated emotions. 
Even fewer wanted the ever-pessimistic Cielle and the uncaring Lavender. Every parent either of them met was instantly turned off by their lack of excitement to see them. Well, sorry, they were too busy grieving the deaths of their parents to play pretend and happy family.
"Whichever one is left, Lav." 
At this, Lavender groaned and fell backward onto the mattress. He sprawled out his limbs, silvery white hair splaying around his head like a halo. "How can you just not care who you get? What if Professor Juniper doesn't have enough Pokémon, and you don't get one?" 
"Then I don't get a Pokémon and wait until she has more," Cielle explained like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Getting a Pokémon wasn't the greatest thing in the world anyway. It was more like giving a hefty responsibility to a kid and saying, 'This is yours. Take good care of it and make sure it doesn't die.' 
Cielle wouldn't mind a Pokémon. She's confident she has enough common sense to care for one, but she doesn't want to journey with it. Lavender, on the other hand, was practically buzzing with excitement about getting his hands on a starter, which was somewhat strange since the boy was pretty apathetic about everything. The girl had to poke and prod at the boy's face to wake him up for breakfast, for Arceus's sake. Lavender's excuse was that getting up early was far too much work.
How on earth would this boy care for a Pokémon at this rate? Then again, Lavender was absolutely enamored with Pokémon, so maybe he would be good with one.
"You're a weirdo, Ellie." Soft purple eyes connected with dim cerulean briefly. Lavender broke eye contact, and his lips twisted into a pout. "Don't you want to get out of here?" 
"Not really." The girl tucked a green bookmark between the pages of her book before shutting it. "I'm fine here. And I'm not weird." 
"Yes, you are." 
"No." 
"Yes, you are Ellie!" 
"W-well, if I'm weird–" Cielle stuttered as she jabbed an accusing finger at Lavender. She quickly searched for the right words to spat. "-you're an idiot, Lav!" 
Nice insult, you idiot, the little voice in her head laughed, and Cielle's cheeks instantly flushed red in embarrassment. 
The rude comment she stated was entirely ignored as the white-haired boy instantly sat up. "Come on, let's go on a journey throughout Unova together! I'm tired of all the children here!" 
"No! I'm fine here. I-I don't wanna!" Her grip on the book's cover grew tight. She frowned. "What if the Legendaries decide to go crazy again?" 
"Champion Hilda and Rosa dealt with it, didn't they? We'll be fine, Ellie! Didn't you hear the rumors of the Swords of Justice appearing in different cities?" Lavender's attempt at swaying Cielle was pitiful as his tone lost its bite. 
"The what?" The annoyance was stripped from Cielle's expression and replaced with wonder. She's never heard of whatever Lavender just said. Then again, Lavender was the one who eavesdropped on people's conversations, unlike her. It wasn't that he was doing it on purpose but that people thought he was asleep.