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It was rare enough that Miles Hollingsworth would be in the library anyway, but forest optics appraise the practically empty and unused part of the school as his hues can’t seem to sit still as his eyes are continually scanning the place. He’s probably ( definitely ) looking for something better to be doing than sitting there by his lonesome, trying to study up on --- well, whatever it was. If he had to guess, he was probably trying to bone up with the chem final, but he could not find one ounce of slight interest for the subject in his frame. His hand is balled into a fist, digging into his childlike cheek as he lets out a small huff, a brow shaped in utter amusement as he notices a certain blonde sitting at a table across from his, all by herself. He hadn’t seen her face around school yet, so, was she new? Being Miles, he figured there was only one way to find out. Getting up from his seat, Miles confidentially swaggered over, empty palms pressing into the linoleum covered wood tabletop as he leaned his form against it, “Hi there,” Miles greets, a friendly enough smile on his face, “You new to Degrassi?”
