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Justin lay back comfortably on his bed, already in his costume. Whilst he was acutely aware that it was being crinkled, he didn't particularly care. He could always fix it with a spell of some sort (exactly what he didn't know, but he was sure it'd come to him), he had intended to be one of the last students to arrive, anyway.
If he came at all. He was, admittedly, somewhat worried... yet he wasn't entirely sure why. Probably had something to do with all the... people. As a rule, he wasn't a particularly antisocial person, yet he wasn't as, well, social as everybody seemed to think he was.
With a roll of his eyes, Justin sat up, and began adjusting his mask. These thoughts would get him nowhere. He was going to the masquerade, and he was going to have fun.
If he came at all. He was, admittedly, somewhat worried... yet he wasn't entirely sure why. Probably had something to do with all the... people. As a rule, he wasn't a particularly antisocial person, yet he wasn't as, well, social as everybody seemed to think he was.
With a roll of his eyes, Justin sat up, and began adjusting his mask. These thoughts would get him nowhere. He was going to the masquerade, and he was going to have fun.