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Seriously WHAT?!
The Professor was now locked up in a cupboard, there were pupils running about flinging food all over the place and not one Professor had seemed to have heard all the utter CHAOS that was going on in the room. And poor Layla was stuck now in the middle of the classroom on her way to the door with Pan boy on her case and flanked by students on the ‘opposing’ team. She didn’t WANT to be on a team, in fact she didn’t want to be here at all.
At this SCHOOL!
Mental. It was absolutely mental and she so wished she was back in Clapham sat in mathematics with all her old school friends rather than here dodging pureed banana and mashed potato. Or whatever it was that had just flown by the side of her face.
Urgh. Disgustin’.
Self defense was the aim of the game right now and the Ravenclaw had managed to duck her way to another desk closer to the door. She had a pile of fruit before her which could easily be squished up if it needed be which she did in preparation. “Francesco” she whispered hoping that no one would be able to hear her. Her last throw into the middle of the room had seemingly either not hit anyone or no one had noticed where exactly it had come from. She stayed paused behind the desk waiting for the prime opportunity to bolt.
Her eyes were swiftly drawn to a guy (Gabe) making his way across the classroom, a fellow Ravenclaw of hers and she shot him a nod. She was so with him on this one.
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