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Lysander wasn’t nearly as cautious; after all, they still had two minutes before curfew, so it wasn’t as if they could actually get in trouble yet. He peered around the corner, squinting in the low light from the candles lining the walls.  “-- No, just a ghost. I’m sure they won’t tattle on us, although maybe we should hasten our speed a bit. Just in case.”

“A bit of both, I suppose. Have you ever felt the walls of a room closing in around you, closer and closer until you can’t catch your breath any longer?” It was more of a rhetorical question than anything else; there were few who could understand the feeling of being caged in a place that was supposed to be their home. “But after a bit of fresh air, I’m right as rain now. Nothing to fret over in the long run.”

   “Still, Al? You’ve got a crush on my twin and you    still can’t tell us apart? And Lily was down by the   greenhouses the last I saw her. She said something   about meeting a study partner there, but I’m a bit   suspicious. You might not want to go looking.” 

  “Oh, come on, Al, really?  How long have you known us for?   And you still can’t remember that I’m the better looking one?”