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I'm such an awful fuck
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This was quite a surprise, being back here so soon. She had graduated just last year, yet here she was, roaming the halls of this school once again. Luckily for her, for some damn reason Iago let her come back. It was appreciate, though she hadn't the slightest idea why he agreed to it. Unless he didn't and Quinn just said he did, which was also possible. Very possible.
In about a year, the Australian had...changed, quite a bit. They assumed it was the whole growing up thing, or something like that. They didn't wear sweatshirts and whatnot all the time now. Right now was actually a good example since she was wearing a beige cropped pullover sweater, black high waisted buttons shorts, black tights, and black laced flats. Their hair also wasn't colored an unusual color, for the moment at least. Blake would most likely dye it to a strange color eventually, but just not soon. They had dyed it black a while ago, but it as a rather nice color. If anything, they'd go pink again.
They were walking down the hall, dinner was going on right now but she knew some kids would be walking around. She had stolen some food from the professors table earlier, so, no need for her to worry about eating. It would be a surprise for anyone who knew her to see her, since she didn't really tell anyone she'd be acting as Quinn's cat for the year.
Blake walked towards one of the windows that was near the courtyard and felt around in her pockets "Shit"
she spoke under her breath while feeling her pockets, front and back, before letting out an irritated sigh. If her lighter and cigs weren't in her pockets, that meant they're most likely in Quinn's office somewhere. Double shit.
With another grumpy huff, the former Slytherin leaned against the wall between two windows near the courtyard, her arms crossed. Every so often she'd glance up and down the halls, curious if she'd see anyone she knew. Or if anyone recognized her.
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