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Without hesitation she sprinted down the hall, looking for someone to help her, hiding her friend from any professors she came across. After a few minutes of scurrying around, she finally came across someone she figured would be hopeful. “You,” she said running up to him. “You you are you smart? You look smart, are you?” Because of how anxious and especially antsy she was, her speaking was even higher and faster than usual.

Gaston grinned as he turned a corner. He spotted his first target. With his hands tucked into his jacket pockets and a devious grin swept across his face, he approached a rather alluring looking Georgia. “My my, who do we have here?” 

When she finally spotted another student Will walked up to him to ask him a question. “Hey, um what time is curfew? I forget and don’t wanna get inn trouble this soon into the school year.” She asked the boy. Hopefully he would be able to answer some of her questions, as she still had a couple more but didn’t know who to ask. 

Get incredibly, incredibly drunk, apparently.  At least, that was John’s solution today.  He’d graded as much as he could get through before his eyes started to tear and blur, and then went out and drank until he didn’t quite care so much anymore.  The next course of action was going to be continue grading--at the worst, the work would be more tolerable now.  Getting home was proving to be difficult, though.  His room was so far from where he drank, and it was dark--incredibly so.  Was it always this dark?  It felt darker than usual.  An eclipse? No.  What?  John stumbled slightly, clearing his throat loudly as he paused to regain his bearings.  Which way was it?  Left--definitely.  A left.  He turned sharply to the right, taking a confident step forward and only barely keeping his balance.  “Right,” he mumbled to himself as he continued on, not even registering the person addressing him at first. “Right,” he repeated louder.  “Well.”

“Yes, but that is not the point, the Falmouth Falcons is the best team in the league, they will clearly be the winners. After all, my family has made generous contributions to the team and they have the best equipment in the league. I am sure of it.” She said brightly, fighting with this girl was exhausting but she knew where she stood. The Falmouth Falcons had long been her favourite team. After all, their motto was everything she believed in. ‘Let us win, but if we cannot win, let us break a few heads.’ Cherie looked the girl up and down. She had no clue what she was even talking about it was clear. “I will be playing with them by next year. I am sure of it.” She said with a flip of her hair. 

God, she hated projects like this. DADA was far from her worst class but it didn’t mean she liked these projects where she had to work with someone. As she waited in an empty classroom, she found herself growing more and more irritated. No one wade Moira Hanglan wait. No one. 

He was just wandering around Hogsmead, when he stumbled upon an apartment complex. It was someplace he had actually never been before, so he continued walking. When Bernie stumbled upon a small garden, he was actually surprised. “Huh, didn’t think that there would be a garden here.” He said to himself. But apparently a little to loudly when a dog began barking at him from inside of the nearest apartment. He didn’t even bother hiding, it was obvious he was there. 

“Oh Lettie Mae, I lost my dog again,” she said, bounding up to the blonde woman, taking her by the arm. “Oh, I beg you, help me find her, I need my precious pooch, I love her dearly, please! You’re so very good at finding things, please, please help me!” Being a society lady, Genevieve couldn’t get close to many people but Lettie Mae and her dog, Pooch, were very dear to her, they were the only people dear to her and she couldn’t bear to loose even one of them.