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Kristi took her time eating breakfast while she perused one of her books. She was pleased to note that an hour later, there was still no sign of Nicholas. Perhaps she'd be able to make it all day without seeing him then, she wouldn't have to ask him to the ball and Marcella couldn't say anything about it because it wouldn't be her fault she didn't see him. She had put in an effort, after all, she had been sitting at the breakfast table for an hour.
Smiling, happily, Kristi sauntered out of the Great Hall and down the steps to the dungeons to collect her things for class. She figured she might as well go... Although, that would most certainly mean she'd run into Nicholas. Scrap that plan. Kristi decided to collect her things so she could hide out in the library, instead.
Snape felt something soft impound his face but, didn't move. Then, she shook him, grumbing at him and he slowly opened his eyes. "I know I have class," he sneered.
What, in Merlin's name, was her problem? Snape stood up and glared down at her, trying to decipher what it was she was thinking and decide how to calm her.
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