Allison stormed through the portion of the portraits waving hello to some and smiling at others. Several waved others cursed and one or true were worried... "Girlie! Yo! Yooooo-whooo! Where thou shall, my young lady? Not running from meh eh? I'm just a good ol' pirate!" a certain pirate screamed after her. He followed her from portrait to portrait until finally Allison stopped exasperated. "Bloody hell old man! You are no pirate. You are dressed in Victorian clothing. You are not wearing a patch or a parrot on your shoulder. You lack dirt on your face and golden teeth! You are NO PIRATE!" Allison shrieked. Her reason for patience was long gone, and the chaos at the Great Hall had been to much for Allison. Stomping out she paused and returned.
The supposed pirate was still in the same place with wide eyes, "And NO! Do not think your sad face will change what I know. You were not painted a pirate. Live with it."
Feeling slightly bad Allison ascended towards the second floor.
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