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Ilia didn't know what was wrong with her today. It was like she woke up on the wrong side of the bed, her mood was set to aggravated lately. When she wasn't in robes she was wearing her dragon hoodie and all black clothing, it just felt better. People were crazy and she hardly had time with Henric, emotions were just.....hard. She felt a walk was in order to clear her head, inside she felt like the looming sky. Dark, pendulous, and brooding. Her letter from her mother was in her hand as she headed to the bridge, hopefully no one was around.
The sky started crying and hurling its tears at the ground as she reached her familiar hide out. A small , quiet, unoccupied center of bridge where she could burn the letter in peace she hoped.
Paul was taking a morning stroll alone. It was sort of quiet, and most students would not be out yet. He adored the students, and he loved interacting with them on a daily basis, but right now..he just sort of needed the space to think and meditate, to reflect.
The bridge was always a nice place to walk. Hands shoved in his pockets, Paul began to make his way across, whistling to himself in a calm way. A melancholy tune if he ever knew one.
He spotted a student and grabbed his wand in his pocket and slowly slid it out.
A few bubbles sprouted from the end of it...floated gently over Illa's head, and one landed right on her nose without popping. Paul...had to let out a chuckle.