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[path_unprepared]

It takes a moment for him to realise that the ground beneath his feet is not the hard, polished wood of a floor, but something oddly springy

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[mmquitecontrary]

Through the glass, a figure of a small girl can clearly be seen, kneeling on the ground.

Her lank blonde hair hides her face; she could be any one of a dozen students. Elementary-school, most likely.

[path_unprepared]

He frowns. She's not in uniform, and she's certainly not supposed to be outside at this time of night.

Closing his book, he strolls up to her. He isn't a Student Council member, but he is a senior student. There's a duty to see that the younger students learn the rules early on.

'Shouldn't you be in your dormitory, young lady?' he says quietly, not wanting to startle her too much.

[mmquitecontrary]

Mary glances up, her face drawing into a scowl almost immediately.

"This is my garden," she informs him, slightly swollen nose lifted high in the air. "I may tend it when I please - and I do not have a dormitory."

[path_unprepared]

The scowl on her face does nothing to change the placid, overly polite expression on his.

'Of course you have a dormitory,' he counters. 'Unless you are one of the teachers' children? Even so, what are you doing out here at this time of' -- he glances up at the sky quickly, just to assure himself that it is, in fact -- 'night?'