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</div><br/><br/>Melanie felt her heart fall, just the tiniest bit. Is he really leaving already? Blushing a pretty, delicate pink, she clutched her notepad to her chest while keeping her eyes on the ground. "U-Um...N-Neil? Would it be alright...or rather, would it not be too b-bold of me... if I ask that I join you? I haven't had anything to eat as of yet...I-I also wouldn't mind...continuing our conversation...from earlier..." A few strands of brown fell to hide her burning cheeks, which she was thankful for. Why did she have to be so shy about meeting others...? If only she was like Phoebe...It would make her life so much easier... Heart pounding loudly in her ears, she waited for his answer, praying that he wouldn't say no outright. After all...he was her first friend here at the Academy...<br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="http://i1108.photobucket.com/albums/h410/mslc1again/frogger2.jpg" title="frogger2.jpg">
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</div><br/><br/>"Aww... Playtime is over already?" Heather asked with a pout, crossing her arms again. "So not fair... I wanted to tease Lukas..." Once the announcement was made, she let out a sigh. "I guess it's time to get back to work, huh?" she murmured, tossing a few pesky silvery-purple strands of hair behind her shoulder. At the gesture made by the headmistress she went out the door, grumbling under her breath.