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Week Name/Date/Time: Meeting of the Minds / Saturday 1st October / 9pm
Location: 3rd Floor Corridor
Open To: Anyone
Currently Involving: Tze-Ming Lin
So this is what the school looked like without anyone at all. Ming grinned to himself as he carefully stepped out of the Ravenclaw Tower, trying to be as quiet as possible so that the other students didn't realise that he was gone. He had of course, heard about Mr. Filch the caretaker and his love for giving out punishments. But he wasn't doing anything wrong, so he figured he had nothing to worry about, right?
He whistled his way down the staircase, his cap on sideways, just how he liked it. He didn't even bother with robes, opting instead for his baggy t-shirt and three quarter pants. As he made his way through the different floors, he looked curiously at all the paintings, some ignoring him, others looking at his attire disapprovingly. He stuck his tongue out at Sir Cadogan as the latter pointed his sword at Ming.
As he reached the third floor, his hands reached up to tug a loose strand of hair into his cap and his eyes darted around, making sure noone was around. When he had made sure of that, he stopped in his tracks and took off his cap, tossing it onto the floor against the wall. He cracked his knuckles, the grin returning to his face as he stretched out his left hand to the floor and arched his legs gracefully into the air, steadying himself on only one hand. It felt good to be able to do what he loved.
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Location: 3rd Floor Corridor
Open To: Anyone
Currently Involving: Tze-Ming Lin
So this is what the school looked like without anyone at all. Ming grinned to himself as he carefully stepped out of the Ravenclaw Tower, trying to be as quiet as possible so that the other students didn't realise that he was gone. He had of course, heard about Mr. Filch the caretaker and his love for giving out punishments. But he wasn't doing anything wrong, so he figured he had nothing to worry about, right?
He whistled his way down the staircase, his cap on sideways, just how he liked it. He didn't even bother with robes, opting instead for his baggy t-shirt and three quarter pants. As he made his way through the different floors, he looked curiously at all the paintings, some ignoring him, others looking at his attire disapprovingly. He stuck his tongue out at Sir Cadogan as the latter pointed his sword at Ming.
As he reached the third floor, his hands reached up to tug a loose strand of hair into his cap and his eyes darted around, making sure noone was around. When he had made sure of that, he stopped in his tracks and took off his cap, tossing it onto the floor against the wall. He cracked his knuckles, the grin returning to his face as he stretched out his left hand to the floor and arched his legs gracefully into the air, steadying himself on only one hand. It felt good to be able to do what he loved.
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