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Who: Ashley, Apples Kid.
What: Hot makeouts.
When: Tuesday, February 1st. Makeout time.
Where: Makeout point.
Warnings: All the makeouts.
Once upon a time, in the esteemed metropolis of Final Destination, Ashley was bored. This was not a terribly new development, but to the young witch it seemed as though the Academy was conspiring to make things as dull as possible. Aside from turning the Pokemon Studies professor into a frog face, Ashley felt as though she'd accomplished next to nothing while at the school. The magic teacher was away. She was in uninteresting classes that were completely irrelevant to her witchy ambitions.
The ghosts were fun, at least. Drifting in and out of the haunted dorm and providing mild distractions from the sheer uselessness of her assignments and general monotony of classwork. It was not enough. If she didn't find something exciting soon, all hell was going to break loose.
Today she would try again to get into the restricted section. That dumb librarian told her no, but Ashley would not be deterred. There had to be something worth hiding, if the books were locked away like that, and she was going to get at them one way or another.
So off to the library she went, taking a sort of roundabout route past the common rooms, just because.
What: Hot makeouts.
When: Tuesday, February 1st. Makeout time.
Where: Makeout point.
Warnings: All the makeouts.
Once upon a time, in the esteemed metropolis of Final Destination, Ashley was bored. This was not a terribly new development, but to the young witch it seemed as though the Academy was conspiring to make things as dull as possible. Aside from turning the Pokemon Studies professor into a frog face, Ashley felt as though she'd accomplished next to nothing while at the school. The magic teacher was away. She was in uninteresting classes that were completely irrelevant to her witchy ambitions.
The ghosts were fun, at least. Drifting in and out of the haunted dorm and providing mild distractions from the sheer uselessness of her assignments and general monotony of classwork. It was not enough. If she didn't find something exciting soon, all hell was going to break loose.
Today she would try again to get into the restricted section. That dumb librarian told her no, but Ashley would not be deterred. There had to be something worth hiding, if the books were locked away like that, and she was going to get at them one way or another.
So off to the library she went, taking a sort of roundabout route past the common rooms, just because.