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skymuffins2012-03-11 10:45 am
ground_me) wrote in skymuffins2012-03-11 10:45 am
[Sept. 9/11] Training Hall, Room 15, Afternoon
Allison tapped her laminated class schedule against her cheek as she made her way down a hall she hadn't been before. Huge windows showcased an equally huge field and if she stopped and squinted through the sunny glare, she could spot areas that looked a little charred.
Well, there was a reason this area of the school wasn't for those who had no reason to be here. Allison hadn't yet decided what she thought of the fact that she was here, though anything had to be better than setting things on fire when she got upset.
She grimaced a bit while she counted doors. There were worse things than the fires, really, but they were more noticeable to others. Allison supposed that was a good thing. She stopped outside the fifteenth door and double checked her schedule to make sure it was the right one.
It was. She was stalling. That's dangerous, she scolded herself, and then tucked her schedule into her backpack. Then, before she could think better of it, she rapidly knocked on the door (to give her tutor the heads up she was here, in case they weren't one of the ones that could just tell that) and opened it.
"Morning!" she said, poking her head in.
It was one in the afternoon.
Well, there was a reason this area of the school wasn't for those who had no reason to be here. Allison hadn't yet decided what she thought of the fact that she was here, though anything had to be better than setting things on fire when she got upset.
She grimaced a bit while she counted doors. There were worse things than the fires, really, but they were more noticeable to others. Allison supposed that was a good thing. She stopped outside the fifteenth door and double checked her schedule to make sure it was the right one.
It was. She was stalling. That's dangerous, she scolded herself, and then tucked her schedule into her backpack. Then, before she could think better of it, she rapidly knocked on the door (to give her tutor the heads up she was here, in case they weren't one of the ones that could just tell that) and opened it.
"Morning!" she said, poking her head in.
It was one in the afternoon.
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Was she teasing him? Allison finished her sandwich with the air of letting him decide that.
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There was that grin of his, again.
"Give it time. This is only day one. Of course you'll feel like you've been run through a ringer, right?"
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See? She was already feeling better... ish.
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"It could be," Dover replied. "Worst we'll have to worry about today is maybe a headache on your part, and maybe some scorched sand-flies. I'd say it went pretty well, all things considered."