Elliot had her backpack slung over her shoulder, some of her books tucked under her arm...her wand tucked behind her ear...it was just so convenient right there.

She let her blonde hair swing behind her as she walked swiftly..she had placed to go...things to learn...no time to dawdle. She felt lousy, still, about her fight with Presley. She wanted to make up...without saying sorry...because she REFUSED to apologize...Hmph.