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“Oh my god, oh my fucking god,” Fell on repeat like a waterfall from Matt’s mouth. Whenever he could keep his laughter to himself that is. “You gotta hide me, quick!!” He yelled as he sprinted to find a spot behind the other’s back.

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There’s a small glimmer of luminescence, reflecting against the flickering lights of the building before her that catches her attention. And, pensive, the wheels within her mind rapidly turning, Riven moves across the field, her boots squeeking against the grass. She comes to a halt before one of the friable brick walls, her hues peering at the dull plate that seems to be plastered against it; Its surface is covered within thick layers of dust and dirt, small cobwebs clinging to it for dear life. Curiously, and with the distinct knowledge it’d possibly contain their location or in the least the name of the building, she reaches for it, crouching, swiping away any of the obstructive material. What clears into view are the faded letters of the founder. The very founder of their school. “It looks to be the old campus of London Royal.” Riven mutters thoughtfully, the dirt on her sleeve brushed off absentmindedly as she glances around.

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