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It was supposed to be a nice September morning, but under the lake, it might as well have been mid December. It was a good thing, Matilda thought, that she had her coat on under her hideous (cheap and second-hand) robes. That did not stop her from being angry with the fishmonger’s school, however. Her hands were freezing, and pounding them on frozen stone all but contributed to it.
She said a brief, incoherent word, and anyone could guess, by the tone of her voice, it was something along the lines of censorcensorcensor. There was a noise in the distance, her head jerked up at the sound. Maybe it was the common room at last? If it weren’t so dark, Matilda would have seen a boy charging towards her, head first; the suicidal way if Matilda had been a troll and not a person. It was too late when she had. She shrieked and waited for the collision in which the laws of acceleration guaranteed.
Emil looked up a moment too late and couldn't stop running and as had been enevitable, he crashed into the other student, or maybe a very sort teacher, "oh please don't have been a teacher," Emil prayed as he opened one eye to see who he had crashed into. It was a girl. "Yay it wasn't a teacher!" Emil sighed happily without speaking his thanks.