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[color=gold][h3]Galahad Cross[/h3][/color]
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Galahad was in the training arena at Freymont, currently launching arrows at straw dummies. One in the head. Another in the chest. And one right through the heart. Had the dummy been an angel, it'd be very, very dead. Galahad reminded himself however, that angels fight back. He ran a hand through his hair and smiled. He'd heard that there was a new student coming in today, though he'd yet to see this new student for himself. [color=gold]"Maybe House 64 will get a new addition. Not like we need any more nuts in that house,"[/color] Galahad said to himself, pulling his arrows from the dummy's body and returning them to his quiver.

Galahad left the arena, bow in hand, and began the walk back to House 64. He was rather fond of those living there, even if most of them were a bit crazy. Hero seemed cold and distant, but after 7 months he'd come to accept that that was who she was. He figured that she'd warm up eventually. Louise was wonderful, the resident den mother of House 64. The Clarke twins were the oldest students in the house. Galahad preferred Alex's laid back attitude to Abby's harshness. Though her sense of adventure was admirable. Galahad stepped into his home, smiling. [color=gold]"There isn't a newbie here yet is there?"[/color] he inquired of any of his housemates that were present.