 NeeNee Omniscient Omnipotent Pie Maker
Tobi, always the first of his little circle of friends, it seemed, poked his head into a compartment and looked around. Seeing not so much as a stray Owl feather he smiled.
"Well, might as well save this one for the gang," he said to himself, stepping in and taking a seat, actually taking up as many as his tall rangy body could, which was a few, as he stretched out lazily across several seats, in the mind of taking a nap until one of "the gang" showed up.
You know talking to yourself is a sign of mental illness right? a nitpicky voice inside his head said.
Tobi ignored it and continued smiling.
This year would be different. This year he was a Seventh Year. He was on top of the pile!
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