GoodFellow's eyes scanned the crowd again. Searching again. No. No. No. Definitely No. No. No. YES!<br/><br/>GoodFellow smiled when he saw Miss Rogers. His eyes focused immediately on the likes of Ole Mother Hubbards brood milling around Celia in various restraints, poses and positions as he searched for that one familiar dash of black hair and evil goth eyes that spelled more trouble than five of those hogtied.<br/><br/>Hmm...<br/><br/>Yes Celia and one end of the empty leash but no Astrid on the other.<br/><br/>GoodFellow chuckled. Not sure exactly about student's reputations, although fairly certainly few if any had snuck away from Miss Celia Rogers no matter what chaos and mayhem plagued that strict teacher.  If not infamous then Astrid had just earned a legendary role in the annuals of the Private School. Nothing could be better in GoodFellow's mind.<br/>He waved at Miss Rogers cheerfully. It was meant to thank you for her hard work while he was away and let her off the hook. Astrid was his pride and joy. For her to have left without permission and gotten away spoke volumes to him about the resourcefulness and resilience of the girl.<br/><br/>GoodFellow turned from the crowd to scan outward. It would have been the way that Astrid was thinking. The first thing he noticed was the place was an ant hill of excited and watchful guards along the fence line and the gate. The question was what would Astrid do?<br/><br/>Definitely not the guards, GoodFellow decided. That was a no win and she would have know it. He scanned the campus. There was just so many students and they seemed to bunch up in clusters to keep from being singled out.  Hurrying off to someplace where no one would bother them about.<br/><br/>GoodFellow stood very still. His mind whirling with possibilities. What places did Astrid know and consider safe?  And which could she gain access to without help being decorated with nipple rings and nude.<br/><br/>The smile crept slowly across his lips as he slowly turned towards her dormitory.<br/><br/>Maybe, GoodFellow thought as he stepped off. After all ole boy, this is Astrid.<br/><br/><br/>