Liz's Bestie ● Helvetica ● ● Jigglypuff ● Jeff Vader
Back to wandering the halls. Peyton looked down as she walked, not wanting to bump into anyone, but also not really wanting to recognise anyone. It didn't really matter, people usually ignored her anyway. Putting a hand into her robes, she ran her fingers over the intentional bumps and grooves in her wand.
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