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Asher was running. Yes, yes, yes. He knew that he wasn't supposed to be doing that indoors, but desperate times called for drastic measures. He had just gotten done with Potions and it was no surprise that he had gotten lost, which was not a good thing with there being another class he had to get to. Fortunately Asher still had enough time to get there, but all the walls in the dungeons were starting to look the same and he was starting to panic.
What if he never got out of here? What if he died and his fate was to haunt the dungeons until the end of time, forever eleven years old and lost in the creepiest part of the castle? Merlin that sounded awful.
But there was hope. After turning a corner and the one after that and turning left and then turning right the boy came across a corridor he didn't recognize. From where he was, there appeared to be a flight of stairs that went up. Without hesitation he bolted down the corridor ... only to be taken aback by the sudden dip and find himself tumbling down into a pit.
SPLAT!
This certainly was not what he thought today would bring. Slime everywhere, in his hair and on his robes and likely down his underpants, and a giant slug stuck to his face. "UGH! GROSS!"
Chloe had made her way to the dungeons, why was she down here? Well, she hadn't fully decided yet, but she at least had plenty of excuses why if someone would ask her. Depending on who would ask her she knew right away she would use her brother Gunnar or the potions lab, but if it was a professor that might ask more questions she had her inspirations posters in her bag and would say she was going to stick some up down here. This place could use something cheery.
As she rounded the corner she stopped hearing someone say something that sounded like tross, but what was tross? Was tross even a word? Chloe stopped to think about this and decided quick that she heard the person wrong, but it really didn't matter what she heard she was now watching him.
"Are you alright?"