Henrietta giggled. "Oh, a poet are you? Well, I might just want to check those out sometime. I'm interested to know just what are the subjects of your master pieces," she said teasingly. 

Henrietta was mildly amused with Poppy's little outburst, and would have offered to give some advice on getting a boyfriend (lord knows she was good at that) but Poppy had already up and left. The girl pouted a bit but decided to let hew go. "Well, if you have to. Stop by the Orchestra room sometime. I'm the head of the club, as well as the head of the Beautification Committee, so if you ever want to have a talk with me, just stop on over, okay?" she said, with a smile that promised great things if she did so.

The girl turned to Timothy. "Now, you were saying something about helping us out with our journal write-up? Let's see, you can handle Bill and Lily over there, and I'll help Misha and Ronda. That way we've got an even split, okay?"

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Michael grinned, seemingly oblivious to her vitriol. "Not a prank and not looking for allies; places to hide however . . ."

The seniors snickered in the background. It was always like this with him, it was why the higher years stopped wearing skirts; if you looked closely, all the girls who were third year or older were wearing jeans. Skirts meant shadows and shadows meant places where Rezzo could suddenly pop-up. It was also the reason they stopped wearing large jackets. 

Michael continued. "Anyway, I gotta hide from Anderson and what's-his-face. I have no idea _why_ they think I should be the judge of there fight bu-"

_"Michael!"_ shouted a voice from the entrance. The young man made a face and promptly melted into the shadow of his trench-coat. 

A voice came from the _inside _of Thisa's jacket collar. "Please keep quiet and don't tell him I'm here. It would suck if he found me, and I really don't want to have to hide all the way in the dorms."

Meanwhile, a tall young man with dirty blonde hair stormed into the room, accompanied by a black haired boy who looked a few years younger than him. The blonde had an impatient look on his face and was swiveling his head here and there. The people in the cafeteria reigned in their laughter, but it was a _fairly _poor job.

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**Time Left Until Meeting: 3h : 5m : 20s**