Leon was definitely in a worse state than when Charlotte had seen him last. She'd only just approached him when he jumped up, grabbed her thin wrist, and started towards one of the cafeteria's open doors. She looked from him to the small crowd that they seemed to be fleeing, and her confusion was replaced by by understanding. Ignoring the odd gazes that followed them, her attention focused on the boy leading her.<br/><br/>They came into a quiet, empty hallway. At one end, a set of large glass doors led outside, and to the side of them was a stairwell that led, predictably, upwards. The other end connected to the main hallway that followed the length of the school. There were also two classrooms, but they seemed to be desetered. A sympathetic smile crossed Charlotte's lips as she watched Leon slump against a grey locker. The attention was proving to be too much for him, and he said as much.<br/><br/>"Sorry, I should have warned you that things would be like this. A school our size doesn't get transfer students often, so it's always kind of a big deal; especially whenever they're from somewhere interesting, like you. Give it a few days, it'll die down," She advised him. "I don't mind sticking to the quieter places, of course. DId you have anything particular in mind?"<br/><br/>"Maybe... We could start with this hallway? Any interesting event happened here lately? I'm open to stories, Charlotte."<br/><br/>"Hmm. Let's see." She looked around, trying her best to remember a story with which she could oblige him. Her eyes eventually rested on a locker near the end of the hall with the slightest of dents near its lock. It hung just slightly agape. "Now there's a story!" She approached the locker, motioning for Leon to follow.<br/><br/>"This locker got broken after someone hit it or something a few years before I started here; now it doesn't really close, and sometimes the door just flies open. It became a joke to tell new people that it was haunted by the spirit of the school, and that if you didn't give it offerings it would mess with your grades. Even though it just started as a way to mess with the freshmen and for upperclassmen to get free food, somewhere along the way it became a geniune superstition in our school. It's not uncommon now for people to leave things in the locker before a big test or something."<br/><br/>She opened the door, motioning inside; there were, indeed, a few pieces of candy, a muffin, and some small miscellaneous items. "The weird part is that whatever gets put in is always gone the next day. I'm pretty sure that the teachers or janitors eat what they want and throw everything else out at night. People keep doing it, though. I think it's kinda silly. " Her eyes shifted over to him, going from amused to effectively unreadable. "Not that I'm judging them or anything. What about you? Are you the superstitious type?"