PV: Ava Silver, Angela Silverberry, Amadea Campbell.
The ceiling was pretty light after a nap. It was all Anatole had seen since he had woken up when he had scheduled himself a naptime and sworn he forgot something somewhere. A simple textbook left in one of the areas he had visited today had kept the boy up. Quickly looking around the dormitory, Anatole rose to his feet, tossed on his robe, and exited his dormitory hopefully without waking up any other students patiently napping. His footsteps were rather quiet as he darted through the Common Room, shutting the door behind him with an audible sigh. His job was to make this swift and return right back to bed. For once, it was his duty to remain unnoticed. The good news is that he had pretty much done it well so far at the school.
It was that glorious time of day where the halls were illuminated with the golden daylight peering in through the windows and making the wood look all more dramatic than it should be. It was simple to admit that such a phenomenon was strange, well, all nature was strange, and especially in the day’s cycles. All that aside, Anatole trekked on. He ambled through the corridors, making his way toward the Library.
There was yet another thing that the boy found odd--not many were out. Were they all napping? Maybe they were all at dinner or something and he had slept through. Was there a class going on? Whatever the situation, the passages were quiet.
The rhythmic click-clacking of footsteps echoed through the halls and around the corner...the same corner Anatole was about to turn around. A chill ran down his spine...were the rumors real from that one talk? Certainly not. It all seemed to preposterous. But just in case… ”Hello? Anyone...here?”
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How I'd die to catch the freedom of falling...
The Lord of Advanced Summoning, Anatole Evans
STA:14 AGI:7 STR:4 CTRL:5