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fandomhigh2012-07-28 08:48 am
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Umbridge High School Building, Saturday Evening
There were some clouds hanging around the spires of Umbridge High School, but not enough; there was an overlaying sense that there shouldn't be as much sunlight shining down on it as there was.
It was quiet. Kind of. There was tension in the air, a wound-up strung-up thing that ensnared the school. Somehow it seemed as if even the birds didn't want to touch down on the building itself, and the gates seemed to fold into themselves, even if they weren't quite shut.
And all that on a weekend, too.
[[wait for the ocd up! ]]
It was quiet. Kind of. There was tension in the air, a wound-up strung-up thing that ensnared the school. Somehow it seemed as if even the birds didn't want to touch down on the building itself, and the gates seemed to fold into themselves, even if they weren't quite shut.
And all that on a weekend, too.
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Re: Detention - Before the Fight
Because she wasn't. With that whole 'someone died in here' thing and the fact that there seemed to be a lot of people dying right now, Annie would pretty much rather be anywhere not here. Was there going to be fighting? She hoped there wasn't fighting. She wasn't that scrappy.
'Scrappy' was probably the wrong word but she kept telling herself that anyway.