 For one Pat ΒΌ of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pls
Cosgrach, with an extra coat not to shiver in this COLD weather (one wouldn't believe it was autumn), was walking aimlessly on the grounds. It was one nice Saturday, away from the lessons and the hustle and bustle of the school. He'd run to the grounds right after breakfast to avoid needy students, and here he found himself, staring at the massive doors and looking thoughtful. |