Fifth floor common room, Wednesday afternoon after classes
Nadia hadn't worked on her adventure story in a little while. But she was typing away furiously at it now, occasionally reaching up to rub at her eye.
Not because she was crying, of course. She just had something in her eyes.
At present, Sophia was beating the crap out of two mobsters, Blaine and Bill, who'd been spreading rumors about her relationship with Mario that she didn't appreciate.
Blaine and Bill, of course, never stood a chance.
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Not because she was crying, of course. She just had something in her eyes.
At present, Sophia was beating the crap out of two mobsters, Blaine and Bill, who'd been spreading rumors about her relationship with Mario that she didn't appreciate.
Blaine and Bill, of course, never stood a chance.
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