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whistle_willow (whistle_willow) wrote in ecorridor_rpg,

Wes was a bloody genious in the arts of escaping, and Art would better recall that the next time, even stoned he made a great move, though it only gained them a bit of time.

Whoever it was he was falling for it, as his steped turned the opposite direction, but it still was in their aisle, too close to miss them. Art could almost sense the figure reaching out and ecountering just a thick book, she could almost make out his words and irritated grasp for the pages of said book, almost.

"I can, Candace?" Years of climbing old threes with thin branches had prepared her for such moments, climbing a steady bookshelf with regular intersections was piece of cake! She wasn't too sure Candace would approve it though, but she was in the quidditch team, there had to be potential there.

She was turning around to make her first step up the shelves when she noticed Wes intently staring at a particular book, she could have let it slide off, but he wasn't one for taking interest in books specially when someone was about to catch him. So she followed his sight and mumbled "Werewolves" softly to herself.

She seeked Wes eyes demanding, or asking an explanation, but as their time was out, she shook it off and began climbing the bookshelf, easu task.