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[h3][color=7bcdc8]Outside of Crescent Dormitory[/color][/h3]
The first thing William noted of the girl was that she looked positively frazzled. The second was that she was incredibly pale, and that was no trick of the light. She asked for the return of the cat who'd run away in annoyance for being evicted off the bed, and William passed the cat over to her extended arms, surveying her carefully. If she was in a hurry, he wouldn't want to keep her. But if she needed a hand, well - William had two free.

Though, technically, he wasn't supposed to be there, on the grounds of the girls' dormitory. But so simple a transgression could hardly count against him too badly. Before she could turn on her heel and hurry off, however, William tucked his thumbs into his pockets. [color=7bcdc8]"If you don't mind me saying, you seem like you could use some help,"[/color] he said in an off-hand way, an offer in itself. It occurred to him that he didn't know her name, and he figured the trade would be fair only if he introduced himself first. [color=7bcdc8]"My name is William, by the way. William Cresthall. May I know yours?"[/color]

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