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The office wasn’t particularly busy but the receptionist had told him to wait and wait he did. She hadn’t come back for quite some time. There was another person on duty but they didn’t seem to want to pay him any attention. Frank sighed sharply, licking his lips. He stood up, souvlaki and all, and looked over to the other people in the area. Picking one, he made sure he could see their face clearly before asking: “hey, uh...does it normally takes this long? ‘cause i got places to be, and i’m sure you do too.”

“alright, where am i going...?” orion wasn’t skilled at map-reading, not at all, not in the slightest. exploring the isle had come with time and constant exposure, but auradon was so much larger. “maybe i should just work on magic stuff instead. that’d be a better use of my time...”

But just as she was about to take a bite, she remembered Blythe’s comment about stuffing her face. Her face hardened and she scowled. With one hand holding the sandwich, she slammed the other on the table -- only to actually slam on the chips, splattering chips and ketchup to the side. 

the sea witch ( really a siren ) said nothing, however. she just remained quiet, not wanting to bother anyone, since it seemed the kingdom was still recovering from her mother’s doings.

caspia munched on her oversized cupcake ( it was more like a muffin, really, courtesy of pandora ), as she sat beneath one of the large trees on the university campus. “why do people around here make the best fucking cupcakes?” she muttered to herself.

“I’ll give you a hundred dollars if you give one of those singing students a broken nose.”

justice swooped down from the sky unseen, her scales as dark as the night itself. when she landed, she limped a bit, but quickly regained her balance — she was used to it.  however, as soon as she transformed from dragon to human, she toppled over and fell into the grass;  that, she hadn’t been expecting. “fuuuck,” the girl whined, grumbling to herself as she tried to push herself to a standing,  but alas, her paralyzed left leg made it impossible to do so. “why does it have to be so late at night ... why did i have to come when everybody is asleep ...”

ithaca preferred the library when it was the middle of the night and most people weren’t around. she had her own little corner that she tucked herself into where the lighting was dim and she could read to her heart’s content. most of the time, people didn’t bother her. that was what she counted on, but as soon as she heard the sound of footsteps, she hoped that it was just the librarian and muttered, “can’t i be gloomy and alone in peace?”