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Running a hand along the walls on the fourth floor corridor, Cosette could feel all the dust and grime pile onto her fingers. Letting out a disgusted noise, she muttered to herself and wiped it off of her gray skirt. It wouldn't even look dirty, she thought. Moving down along the hall she passed by a silver glinty thing. Her eyes immediately curious as to the thing she passed, she walked slowly backwards only to see it was a mirror. And a girl was standing in front of it, clearly admiring herself.
Making a light 'Hmff' she noticed it was the American girl she had met on the train. Letting out a long and bored sigh, she took out her wand and kept it at her side, no matter what. "Vain, much?" She smirked, calling out to the girl.
A girl walked past.
Callie was too busy checking her hair too see who it was but yeah she hoped it wasn't Enya because if it was then Bradin would probably follow not far behind and she wasn't sure she liked him he was rude. Seriously rude. He'd told her to shut up! That was like super mean, and no one told her to shut up because yeah she was just her. She turned on her heels as the girl came back and rolled her eyes. It was the quiet French girl she'd met on the train. Wait no, correction.
Silent French girl she'd met on the train. That seemed to be a better discription for her.
She looked the girl up and down and rolled her eyes. She was pretty. Psht. Not as pretty as Callie of course because that would be IMENSLY pretty and no one was that pretty.
"And what ?" Ugh. Here went some sort of argument no doubt.