Having recovered from his bout with food poisoning, the young man was roaming the halls during a free period, his grey eyes burning with strong emotions. He was trying to avoid people, angered and hurt in a way that he'd lash out at anyone who tried to talk to him.
- “She wasn't waiting for a knight; she was waiting for a sword,” Message Me - 23:35, November 16, 2017 (UTC)
She's playing close attention to where she's walking, but finds herself distracted every now and then by the cat that's matching her stride; it's Rupert, he's back and better than ever. Where he was, she doesn't know, and quite frankly doesn't care, either. That old cat always makes it back to her, anyways.