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Originally Posted by
Bubbles
Kennedy found himself lost, again. He could have sworn the last right turn he did would lead him to the great hall, but he was wrong. He didn't recognize these suits of armor. Were they always there or did they magically appear? He noticed a note on one of them and he raised an eyebrow at it. Was he reading this correctly?
Hmm.
He didn't want to get into trouble or lose any house points, so he took out a paper and a Sharpie and began drawing a very messy mustache.
After John finally decided to attend at least one class, he found himself awkwardly walking in the Second Floor.
He saw someone he kind of knew and decided to go greet him the
John Walker way.
"Give me that sharpie!" John said in a strong, voice as he stood behind the young man. He was on the verge of laughing, but kept his composure.