(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/SentiPCHeadshot.jpg)<br/><br/>Name: Molly Barker<br/>Nom De Guerre: None<br/>Position/Grade: junior<br/>Location: sitting at her desk<br/>Tagging: those in the class<br/><br/>Molly was still shaking slightly in the corner of the room by the door; the shadows still appeared to circle about her rather slight form as if they were sheltering a little from the dangers that could be in the room including the woman that wanted her to actually speak out loud. When Robert approached the girl scuttle back a little and when he put out a hand he saw her visibly flinch.<br/><br/>After taking a few breaths and remembering that not everyone wanted to hurt you she wiped her hands on her clothes as her palms had grown somewhat sweaty finally. Slowly then Molly walked back to the chair, her head was down and tucked into her shoulders, though there still appeared to be a good deal of tension across her body. Firstly she was afraid still but also mortified at doing this again at school and in front of that boy that had been so nice to her, well that and the rest of the class.<br/><br/>After sitting down again and curling up in her chair, more wanting to hide under the desk she mumbled something into her shoulder which was likely an apology and then went silent as she bit at her nails.<br/>