[i]"The footsteps of[/i] that [i]band. What awful tidings,"[/i] Cadwal remarked.

[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/78873-alma-mater-maximus/char#post-2531095]Timothy[/url] did a double-take between the spill of twins at his feet and the nervous crowd coming in hot behind him. Thinking fast, he crouched, and offered a helping hand to the beleaguered siblings.

"Hey, get up," he said, in a mild, cautionary manner, concern evident in his voice. "Louise is coming, and you don't want to be anywhere near her."

He wasn't new to St. Dymphna's, having been there as a freshman and boldly working through the sophomore year as everyone else did. Now at the sweet age of sixteen and a junior, he had always detached himself from the strange power-politics that ran about the student body, and always turned down solicitations into any of the parties that wanted him as a member for some reason or another. Having taken a lonesome route, Timothy typically spent most of his time alone, either poring through a good read or contemplating silently in the campus chapel.