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Week Name/Date/Time: 'The Replacement' / Friday, 3rd March 2006 / 4:00 PM
Location: dashing through the halls? Haha.
Open To: Hanna!
Currently Involving: Lolita (and Hanna, in some obscure way, I guess)
((I hope this time works? I couldn't find a Fer!threadlist...maybe I just suck at finding things.))
She was indeed dashing through the halls. But as crazy and un-called-for as such an action may have seemed, she had a good reason for it: whatever that word was that meant 'deathly afraid of pressing crowds'-phobia. Hogwarts operated almost on tides, see. Just as the moon controlled ebb and flow of sea levels, the nearing weekend controlled just how long students felt like staying out in the halls after classes, chattering their little bloody heads off like little bloody monkeys.
...Fine. So it was a crappy analogy, but a fitting one nonetheless.
Eager to get a breath of fresh, non-people-tainted air in a courtyard somewhere, or even on the grounds, Lolita hurried past scores of classmates and total strangers, heading for a door at the other end of the hall. There, she ran right into a blonde someone.
"Excuse me--" she began to say, which was a politer effort than she could usually manage.