How terribly angry was Orabelle freaking out about the stickiness clinging to her clothes? The answer was very. Her carefully crafted outfit, unlike that gingerbread house that exploded, was ruined. And that juice wasn't good enough revenge. It would take forever to think of something to about something to fix her outfit. And the headmistress just had to leave! HELLO. There was something called a fashion crisis going on!! Ugh, stupid old bat.
"The headmistress definitely needs to stop this! What happened to the rule that food fights were banned?" she exclaimed. And her hair felt all sticky already. Oh dear Merlin, someone save her. She picked up a handful of candies and tossed them lightly at Holly, and showering whoever was around her. But honestly, she needed to change out of these sticky clothes asap. She watched as Connor faked his death.
Honestly she found it quite funny... but perhaps this wasn't the best time to mention it? Mmm... didn't seem like it, still, Orabelle couldn't help but crack a smile at this sick and twisted joke. Heh. "Wasn't that amusing," she muttered quietly under her breath as she watched Elizabeth storm out of there and Connor followed her. Ah, those two secretly liked each other or something, it was quite obvious. Yet she didn't get why they just didn't admit it. All of this chaos had made her forget about her sticky clothes and she sighed. Stupid soda.
__________________ though we're strangers 'til now, we're choosing a path between the s t a r s________________._____________
♡ ♡_______________________.__________________________ ____i'll leave my .l o v e. between the stars...
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