 Decloning from here since THIS ONE ran off. SORRY! (Sixth Floor) Zombie Apocalypse Team Leader ★ ★ in a crown of pepperoni and artisan cheese
Watching Blaise's quill move quickly over the notebook page, Olivia continued to hold her position at the corner of the corridor. Even when Gaston had beckoned her over... the blonde would not answer his call. Sorry.
Nope. Sorry. S O R R Y. Not happening. No, thank you, Gaston.
In fact, Olivia Phillips was blowing this popsicle stand. They weren't moving fast enough for her liking, and she was getting... anxious and panicky over... things. THINGS.
Blessed.
The stairs were just down the corridor a ways. The blonde Gryffindor felt she could make that distance without dying. No, that was not the Gryffindor in her wanting an adventure, but rather, the smidgen of common sense; telling her that staying still any longer would get her killed. Yep, needless to say, Olivia was NOT about that life.
#PeaceOut
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So very pretty, and we sure know how to run things..._______________________________
Livin' in ruins of a palace, within our dreams...____________
We're on each other's team._____
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