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Originally Posted by feeheeheeny After having slipped an anonymous note under Fuller's office door and sprinted away like she was being chased by a nundu, except with a huge smile on her face, she turned a corner and sprinted down that corridor, too, until she dove off to the side and lunged into the nearest room, which just happened to be the trophy room. She slid on her knees, only sliding a few feet before carefully shutting the door silently behind her so the man wouldn't know where she went, if he went looking for her.
Panting just a little - she was in fabulous shape - she turned so her back was against the door and she just sat there, a happy smile on her face. Hehehehehe. SHE PULLED THAT OFF BEAUTIFULLY.
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"Oh." There was a boy there. Someone her age. A cute boy, at that, and he probably thought she was a loon. If he knew who she was, though, and her reputation was as great as she thought it was, perhaps he'd know better. "Sorry. Shhhhhh. Hiding from Fuller. I don't think he's after me, but just in case." That's why she was there, sitting with her back against the door and not letting anyone in. "Oh, and, um, don't freak out, m'not in trouble - you're not gonna get in trouble by association and being here. Was just pickin' on him. We're buds." Totally normal to be friends with a professor, yeah? O__O Huh? With the absolute silence in the trophy room- he wasn't going to talk to himself, duh- he could vaguely make out the sound of footsteps. They were getting closer... and closer... and Closer! The Gryffindor instinctively felt for his wand and wrapped his hand around it tightly, incase those cold one things were at it again. After that whole lightning incident in the forrest, he could never really be sure. As the steps got closer and closer together, they sounded a whole lot like running--
CAN COLD ONES RUN?! That thing in the forrest looked like it was running. WHAT IF THERE WAS MORE THAN ONE?! Okay, okay breath. He's totally cool. Yep. He's a third year now, can definitely take on a cold one on all by himself... Two, not so much... But it didn't sound like two did it? He'd just uh, using one of those blasting spells they learned. Yeah totally prepared. Backing away from the door, he took out his wand from his pocket and held it out... incase. "Oh." It wasn't a cold one. It was someone her age, a girl. Double 'Oh'. Well now he just felt dumb. Zander quickly stuffed his wand back into his pocket. Definitely would not be needing that. Unless she was a cold one disguised as a girl, did those exist? He was about to ask, but before he could the girl starting speaking. Hiding from Fuller? What? "What did you do to him?" She had said nothing bad.... But why would Fuller go after her!? Maybe she WAS a cold one! And Fuller was chasing her to catch her or something and put her where all the cold ones belong, like ANTARCTICA! Wait.... They're buds? WERE they REALLY buds, though? She didn't really look that suspicious... Besides the slight panting.
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