 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Adrenaline pumping, Regina was quite literally running from the gargoyle with purpose. She needed to get to the sixth floor immediately. If the monster was out, then it was only a matter of time before it wanted to go back to its home ... and the beast, whatever it looked like, probably was going to try to drag someone back with it. The woman didn't need to add on to that list of reasons why the Board could fire her, even though most were appreciative of her efforts to keep everyone safe.
She sharply turned the corner and stopped dead in her tracks. (Not because of the monster; that had already snuck away.) Gaston was leaning against the way and he looked like he was ... crying, or about to cry. A million thoughts ran through her head. What was he doing just leaning there? Why was he acting like this? Had something happened? Did someone die?
Just so he knew that she was there, the woman collectedly stated, "Gaston." When his eyes started darting left and right, she steadily approached him. She wasn't going to mention that she had been there long enough to see him in a state of panic. "Any sight of the monster yet?"
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