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Who: Alayne, open!
Where: The Courtyard
When: Morning of the 22nd, before classes.
What: Meandering around in the snow and being introspective. Come and disrupt that :D
Rating: PG at the most?
Warnings: Potential spoilers for ASoS and AFfC of the ASoIaF series I swear I'm not just keysmashing. Aside from that, none. I expect.

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[Sansa manages -

Alayne manages to prevent herself from starting in surprise at the sound of another voice, though her shoulders tense, her eyes widening for a moment. Her reaction is small and tightly controlled, and she hesitates before turning to look at whoever has approached them, looking up at Robb's face with a searching, beseeching gaze.

She hopes that it's clear to him that he has to play the part along with her, now. Even if these people wouldn't condemn Sansa Stark, it would bring too many questions.

She meets his eyes, sucks in a breath, and turns away from him to face the professor, and Sansa is shut and locked away again.]

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[And she doubles back almost immediately upon seeing the woman there, because she's seen her before. It takes a moment to remember where she saw her - and then she remembers a flower lying on a stone floor.

She's looking at Lucius Malfoy's boggart, she realises, for there is no mistaking the woman. She was regal and beautiful then and she is now, for all her expression is cold.

(But not as cold as it was when the boggart was turning to face Lucius, perhaps.)

Alayne assumes at first that she is looking at the damned boggart, but that would make little sense - surely it would have changed already?

But she's been spoken to, and she will not be silent.]

Forgive me, Professor - [for she is surely a professor] - I sought fresh air, and Mr Stark was kind enough to check on me.

[She curtsies as she did before Lucius.]

I won't tarry long.

/LATE THREADJACK

[winterscrown]

[ He had made small promises to himself that he would be a constant annoyance on Alyane's commuter. When their conversation was briefly interrupted by - another student? No. He wasn't familiar with all the professors just yet. ]

[ The mister Stark caught him off guard a little, she was far better at adapting to how they spoke. Robb adjusted the tie ever so slightly. It was still odd for him, to not be dressed in boiled leathers and doublets. ]

I apologize my lady, I did not mean to keep Alyane long.

[ He said it convincingly enough. ]

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[She's privately relieved that Robb didn't slip up - not that she expects him to after their conversation, but the fear lingers, cold and clawing at her.

Nothing in her countenance suggests that, however.]

Alayne Stone, Professor.