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Newbury's Academy of the Mystical Arts
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Newbury's Academy of the Mystical Arts**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆


Marina tilted her head. Was Kendo alright? A prank idea popped into her mind. With a smile and a giggle, she moved to look Kendo in the eye...
And spouted water into his face. Unfortunately, it was saltwater.
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆


Marina giggled. "Well, YOU were the one going goo-goo eyed on us." She lapped up the remaining moisture on her lips, tasting the salty water with a smile. Her smile was contagious.
(No she does not like Artemis in that way)
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆

"hey, everyone!"
Someone else was talking this time. Kendo sighed, as he started to run off in the direction of the prefect's table.
"One moment, sorry, guys! I'll check in with you after th-"
And there he disappeared. The Phoenix House's prefect seemed to have gotten the mic.
"So, lookie here, this feast is pretty much over, ye- Hey! kendo, please, just let me be the MC for one d-"
A scuffle broke out for a moment, then Kendo was back with the mic.
"anyways, back to announcements."
Kendo was back on the mic.
"Usually, as most of you guys know, the dean would be doing all this stuff, but the professors aren't here yet, so..."
kendo clapped.
"Everything is over! You're done eating! everyone, get in a SINGLE FILE line in front of the mess hall doors according to your assigned houses. Single File. No blowing chairs up. That means you, Ramona."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆

"Sera, did you expect me to let you fall?" She winked. "See you around, dear." Jack have one final fluff to Sera's clouds, before lining up, elbowing her way to the front.
The Quetzalcoatl perfect spot was conspicuously empty. Giving one final glare to the position, she stepped into line, vowing that she would fill it soon.
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