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[29 Mar 2008|03:41pm] |
Who: Morgaine
Where: halls
When: Saturday afternoon
What: heading putside
The halls were surprisingly quiet for this time of day, and on a Saturday, no less. Morgaine had never once in five years seen the school this empty. Was there a Quidditch game going on that she hadn't heard about?
Stepping up to the heavy front doors of the school, she slipped outside and smiled as a light breeze greeted her. She couldn't hear any cheers, so she assumed that the Pitch was empty. She strode across the lawn, heading for her favorite tree by the lake, her dark eyes scanning the grounds for anyone in sight.
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