<div class="floatright">(http://cdn.pcwallart.com/images/dwayne-johnson-young-wallpaper-4.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Bracken Forester<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>Morning, October 27<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Auditorium<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Ninotchka<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong><br/><br/>Bracken felt oddly protective with the beautiful woman next to him.  She seemed so skittish and scared as the crowd grew larger.  He knew the feeling as when he first started as a coach and teacher, he felt like he was never going to even get out his first words.  But now he was accustomed to the gaggle of students going in and out.<br/><br/>He felt the tug on his sleeve and the woman spouted something off to him.  Was that Russian?  He had no clue what it meant.  Except for an occasional word on TV or movies, he's never heard Russian before.  But she looked worried, and wished he knew what she had said.<br/><br/>He gazed upon those sensational emerald eyes and felt his heart pick up just a hint.  “I'm sorry.  You did not speak English.  I can't help you if I don't understand you.”  In his mine, he wondered if any of the staff or students knew of a spell that would automatically translate one language into another.<br/><br/>