[ Speaking of squeaking, the young witch does exactly as her peer did (save for the running part) when she hears her name shouted down the hall. She doesn't even have to look to know who is coming, the voice and the heavy footfalls are enough to warn her of the oncoming storm.
She could run and say she's late for class, but he knows she isn't. So she just turns and smiles, ]
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She could run and say she's late for class, but he knows she isn't. So she just turns and smiles, ]
Fath-- Professor! [ whoops. ] Is something wrong?