"That's creepy." She acknowledges Sophie's stories with a nod. For a moment, she considers mentioning her dreams, but claiming to have lived somewhere haunted and saying you dreamed you were a bloodthirsty beast were two entirely different levels of crazy, and she keeps her mouth shut.

"Fate strikes again. English and chow for me, too. Though usualy I just grab a sammich and chill out in the gardens. If you're gonna go to a fancy school with public-acess gardens, why the hell not, right?"

She glances to her watch and curses, "We're gonna be late, haul it." She says, and abruptly turns and quick-steps it into the teaming throng of students moving around. She bobs and weaves through their numbers quickly towards the classroom. Speaking of freaky visions, Sophie might get the breif impression of a saffaron shape slipping through long grass without leaving so much as a bent stalk in its wake.

And then it's just people and Alicia again as she cracks open the english door and hurredly beckons the other inside, just barely on time with that ear-to-ear grin.

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