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Jacob Rider-Mae, sometimes Coby, preferably Cobe these days, paced up and down the entrance hall. He had already been in the great hall, seen his people settled, seen a certain someone and had immediately bolted back out. The small box in his pocket felt like one of his brother's gym weights, and the hand holding the box in his pocket was getting extremely sweaty.
Cobe was nervous, and he didn't do nervous well. This wasn't an exam sort of nervous where jumping up and down seemed to clear his head. It wasn't a 'tell-mum-I-only-got-an-E-in-a-subject-I'm-really-good-at' type of nervous either, where just saying it really quickly helped stop the feeling of tightness in his throat and the way his whole body felt unsteady. Nothing WORKED.
So Cobe paced, back and forwards, passing the opening to the Great Hall every few moments and determinedly not looking at any of the tables. Breathe in, breathe out. He'll calm down eventually. Hopefully. Maybe.
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