 GROUP 2, GROUP 2, GROUP 2. HI. HI. HI. (lol that means planks) ∞ 17 | RP entrepreneur | defies gravity | Miss George is flawless | blanket burrito lyfe
Today was the day she had wanted to just stay in bed and stare at the ceiling. But nope. She had things to be doing. Like helping out and being a student and a role model and whatever the hell else this thing was to do with. She'd have been so much cooler with lying in bed and blowing spit bubbles or bonding with Wanda the worm. Obviously that wasn't happening. She followed a group of students who were heading in the direction she was aiming to go in, and kept an eye on them as she did so. She could probably lift some of them with incredible ease right now, seeing as she'd drank her potion on her way. You know..didn't want to drink it in front of people because she made faces.
Didn't like the particular taste of this or something. Maybe it just didn't agree with her. But whateeeev. SHE WAS ALL COOL.
They were splitting into groups? Right. So she needed to choose one that people she could stand had chosen. And she supposed little Sophie was one of those people she could stand. You know..she didn't bug her or anything, and if she was going to be plank lifting, then so would Elodie. Follow the rugrat, or something like that. "I'm with Sooooophie. Plank stuff." And just to make her point, she tapped the kid on top of her head a couple of times and ducked out of the way as she went for her first plank.
Momentarily, Elodie forgot about the potion and panicked about how it was going to be too heavy for the younger student, but when she had it securely on her shoulder, she remembered and WAS OKAY. Phew. No dead Sophie. Actually, Elodie panicked when she saw another rugrat doing the plank thing and had to keep reminding herself of what this whole thing was and that they were okay and that sitting on the floor and crying over potentially dead students just...wasn't okay. Or normal.
Once she was over that though, she was okay and hoisted one of the planks up, up, and onto her shoulder. She had the urge to lift it onto her head, but she'd wait and get that done on the next one. Maybe she'd get Sophie involved. LITTLE CLAW, LET'S GO PLANK.
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