The Disappearing Girl | | Swooping Bowtruckle
Sophia danced around a little bit as she skipped through the first floor corridor. She didn't know what she was looking for, or really what she was after. It was getting cold outside, but it didn't matter too much to her right now. If she got bored, she'd just run upstairs and then be merry outside.
She wasn't in her robes, but since there wasn't any classes for her to go to today she didn't feel as though she need to be in them. She just pulled her vest around her a little closer as she walked by a window and a draft came through. Once she passed that, she placed her hands in her front jean pockets and actually walked normally for a little bit.
What was there to do today?
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