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[color=maroon]Fine Arts Building/Courtyard[/color][/h3][/center]

Galahad was strolling slowly through the crowd of people, towards the Fine Arts Building, when a hand firmly latched onto his shoulder. He spun around to have a look at who it was, only to grimace at the sight in front of him. The owner of the hand was none other than a high schooler by the name of James Hastings, and also one of Galahad's least favorite people at Midnight Private. [b][i]"Awwww come on Gally don't give me that look,"[/i][/b] the other boy said, as he let a smirk cross his face.  [color=maroon]"First off, don't call me "Gally". That is a name reserved for friends, and you are not a friend. You're a pestering child who just wants someone to do your work for you,"[/color] Galahad replied, his words colder than the snow that was starting to pepper his hair. [b][i]"But Gally we are friends. Now here's the thing. I need some help. I have this paper due tomorrow and I haven't started. Which I know comes as a -[/i][/b] the boy's plea for help was cut off by a harsh look from Galahad.  [b][i]"Alright, alright. I'll check back again tomorrow. It's not due until three in the afternoon anyway."[/i][/b] And with that Galahad was left in the middle of the walkway.

Left with a bitter taste in his mouth after James' departure, Galahad figured he'd like to sit with someone who wasn't in the business of mooching him for free tutoring. A lot of people seemed to think that just because Galahad offered up free advice (as well as the occasional bit of alcohol for those going through some really tough stuff) he offered up help in all areas of life, including school work. As he was looking for a suitable place to sit, he spotted Lillian, a girl in his year who he considered to be a friend. He made his way over to her, smiling as he took the empty seat next to her just as the Headmistress got up to speak. When the speech was through, Galahad turned to Lillian. [color=maroon]"So I trust you had a decent winter break?"[/color] he asked, a friendly smile on his face.