Grace<br/><br/>The Pendragon heiress sighed and nodded finally, that was until Snow White was mentioned. She got a goofy look on her face and said<span class="fixed-color" style="color:orangered">"Snow..."</span>in what could only be the most stereotypical dreamy way. Almost as quickly, however, she snapped out of it.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:orangered">"Right then."</span>She looked up at one of the hanging clocks and did a double take.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:orangered">"Um... Pricilla? Didn't we come in here at five til twelve? How, then, is it only quarter after?"</span>When the service 'wench' came, bringing her refill.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:orangered">"That clock. I think it's off. Isn't it about half past by now? I'll take the erm... Tab? And the tea to go please."</span><br/><br/>The service 'wench' looked at her watch, "Right away, miss. You are correct, it's actually 12:28. I'll let the manager know to fix the clock. Or wind it, one." She promptly left with the tea.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:orangered">"I can kinda see how he'd be grumpy now."</span>She said to her roommate.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:orangered">"But I'm not the only one in the trees, though I DO see more climb the 'mountain'."</span>She pointed to the lone large hill on campus.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:orangered">"I just don't have anyone to climb it with."</span><br/><br/>When the tea came back in a plastic see thru cup, and the bill, Grace scooped both up and headed to the bar counter to pay.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:orangered">"Meet you outside."</span><br/><br/>Kelly<br/><br/>With a shake of her head, Kelly reiterated.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:firebrick">"Anger management. I'm going to be tied up for probably 90 minutes. I still don't have a sparring partner tomorrow... I'll gladly take you up on that."</span>There was indeed something wrong with the clocks in the tavern. Kelly looked up and saw the big hand on the 4 and the little hand a little over a quarter way past the 12.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:firebrick">"Athena? I think we need to leave. Wasn't it 12:20 ten minutes ago? Let's pay and scram."</span><br/><br/>Sabrina<br/><br/>Sabrina sighed and instead of putting the unopened package back in her fanny pack, she handed it, a bit instinctively, to the headmistress.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:lemonchiffon">"When she's ready for it then..."</span>And that's when the bombshell dropped. Sabrina blinked, and then she seemed to be running on automatic as her eyes got stuck on wide.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:lemonchiffon">"I object too... Sir! Morgan or Morgana... Morgan is the least likely of any of us to need bodyguards. I've never met a more adept person... Or witch. Heck, anyone, magic or otherwise!"</span>Talk about talking in circles. Sabrina, unfortunately, was also letting her crush on Morgan show, and not just the obvious normal care and love for her the half-witch had for most people. She just cared about Morgan more than most people.<br/><br/>Sabrina stuffed her hands in her pockets.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:lemonchiffon"> "Oops."</span>She pulled out the two sealed envelopes addressed to The Headmaster and Deputy Headmistress from Sgt. Tina Cassidy, one of campus security.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:lemonchiffon">"Completely forgot about these... Probably because of all the current mess."</span>She handed both to Kassandra. They both said the same, a detailed account of the morning's gym incident, the eyewitness accounts. The glaring thing being Salem had hot pink fur. The recommendation of Salem, as instigator of the commotion, getting a fortnight, at least, of house arrest and how Sabrina, as Salem's owner, had to help Lucinda clean up the gym. Tina had opined that the punishment security doled out was just and enough, since she had to clean by hand and would miss second bell, and she should be properly excused with a sealed note she should deliver the next day to her 2nd bell teacher. In the pen of one of them.<br/><br/>Tiffany<br/><br/>With a frown, Tiffany looked at one of her digital clocks, specifically the one on the toaster oven, and then at the wall old style clock, and back again. She called Mr. Martin.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:pink">"Probably at lunch. I'm just going to have to leave him a message..."</span>She glanced to the two customers she had.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:pink">"Ladies. That clock's wrong. All my digital ones are saying 12:31. If you're high school, five minutes. If you're college, ten. If you've got the day off... Just ignore me."</span>Finally, she got Mr. Martin's answering service.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:pink">"Mr. Martin? Tiffany Brighton, Sunnyside Up Cafe. My old style clocks have either stopped completely or fell behind somehow. My digitals seem untouched. My toaster oven is saying 12:32, the clock the customers depend on? 12:20. I just wound these things this morning."</span>This was happening to all the clocks in the entire student mall... Like someone familiar only with gears and the like were trying to make everyone, student and faculty, late to their next appointment, be it class or errand.