 Tavie! Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN
Kale had spent loads of time this term laying low, which was sort of the antithesis of his sing loud and proud kinda personality, but it was safer to be subtle. Or as subtle as a Kale could manage. Which meant that he had become really, super into hidden away places. Hooded dudes didn’t know the castle as well as the students did. That, at least, was an advantage for his peers.
So Kale went to one of his usual hiding spots, lookin’ at you treehouse, to have a good daydream about Judy Garland when he happened upon a Tavie. OCTAVIA! Omigod. He kept forgetting. With everything else going on this term, seeing Tavie was like the dopest surprise whenever he caught a glance of her in classes.
And now that they had no hooded dudes to ruin their moment—ugh, buttheads— Kale threw himself at the pile of blankets with a Tavie gooey center. “Octavia!” he squealed.
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