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[Someone is struggling across the quad on very unsteady legs. It looks like, on the whole, he's got mastery of them, but no more than ten yards later his eyes widen as he wobbles, and he catches himself on a tree, hanging onto it for dear life like the ground might drop out from under him.
He's definitely a face you haven't seen around here before, but something about the way he glares and grits his teeth in frustration is familiar. He shakes back a mane of thick dark hair and tries to steady himself on his feet once more.]
He's definitely a face you haven't seen around here before, but something about the way he glares and grits his teeth in frustration is familiar. He shakes back a mane of thick dark hair and tries to steady himself on his feet once more.]