Leave, like you know you probably should, F
From Create Your Own Story
Overwhelmed, you couldn't handle it anymore. You decided it was too much and began stepping away from the door. As quietly as possible, you back away, turn on your heel and march with a purpose of putting as much distance between you and Alex as you can. Maybe there was a spell in the library somewhere that could completely wipe your mind of the images the audio through the door had painted.
Taking a deep breath, you're just about to exit the first hall when a sudden call of your name pulls you out of your thoughts. Pausing mid stride, you turn, and catch sight of a smaller witch bounding up to you. Her arms were hugging a laptop to her chest, and her feet were completely bare. A pure white dress came up just above her knees, blazing behind her as she jogged to catch up to you.
"Hi, I'm ... so sorry to be a pain like this. I was just heading to lunch but - you're in Madam Penelle's class aren't you? I sit a few rows from the back" The young woman smiles brightly, bright green eyes showing the hints of shyness from her personality. Or maybe less shy, and more so not used to socializing "Sorry, it's just I am struggling incredibly with her lectures. I was so excited when I first saw her module, I mean imagine dreamwalking, infinite possibilities at your sleepy fingertips? Ahem, anyway, I was wondering if you perhaps would like to study together?"
The girls British accent made her sound like a young hermione granger, but more gentle and polite.
"Oh, yeah I'm in that class, our next lecture is tomorrow morning right?"
"Right!"
You think about who else is in that class with you. There's a couple of nice witches and wizards, but the closest person who you spend the majority of your time with is none other than Tyler. The two of you took the class after Tyler had gotten high during module selection and had a very convincing epiphany about dreams being the key to understanding each others souls ... She was so convincing at the time ...
