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Destiny 
Her
mutated cat Sly hot on her heels, Destiny found herself on the third floor with no recollection of getting there. All she knew was she had to get away from that cat. Ever since she was forced to SHAVE him, he has done nothing but follow her around the castle. She didn't want to be seen with him!
He was bald! And he was BLUE!
Sure, she didn't mind that color anymore, but on a cat? No. Blue looked much better on a certain Beauxbatoner. Hehe.
Breaking into a run, because really, a mutated BLUE cat was behind her, Destiny turned a corner and was grateful for what she saw. A bunch of armor that she could easily hide behind. She continued to run down the corridor, occasionally stealing glances behind her and once the cat was out of her sight, she quickly ducked behind one of the armors. Finally! She was safe!
GAH! She wasn't alone!
It took a moment for the person to be recognized and Destiny couldn't help but scoff. Of all people. It just had to be Raccoon Girl. What was she doing anyway? Well, whatever it was, she needed to stop and help her hide.
"Pssst! Raccoon Girl! I need your help!" Really. Only one person called her Racoon Girl. Arya didn't even have to pause her game to look at Chicken Girl to know it was her. And she was asking for help. That was certainly new. Grudgingly, she pause between the armor not far from where Chicken Girl was and frowned at her.
"I go by Prefect now." Arya tapped the badge in case the dense girl had missed it.
Did the badge mean she had to help her now? Hmm.
"I can't protect you from whoever is after you." Obviously, she was running from someone that she'd just done something terrible to.