Nom. Nom. Noms.

Candy is a way of life and there was no way to think differently about that at all. The now light purple haired girl turned her head to the side slightly and looked at the broom closest. She was still so puzzled as to why someone would put a broom closest there and thens he heard a voice that creeped up next to her but at least this girl didn't make her jump like her new friend Nola did when she met her last weekish.

Emmylou looked at the girl and smiled. "I just don't understand why they put it near the Great Hall." She said with her Southern accent that set her apart from pretty much everyone here.