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	Savannah glanced over at Ingrid almost worriedly as she approached the door. Ingrid was looking back at her almost urging her on, like a parent teaching it's child to ride a bike. Savannah drew a deep breath and studied the door closely. She bent down and observed the chains and locks on the door and wondered why there needed to be so many of them. However, she did feel a strange aura coming from the doors and wondered why she felt so compelled to try and undo the locks. She was a lock picker after all. . . She had always been able to use her earrings to pick the locks on the school doors when she showed up early and didn't want to wait in the cold. Earrings, bobby pins, paperclips, anything would work. 
	She glanced over at Ingrid again and asked curiously, [i][color=green] "What exactly is the lesson you need to finish?" [/color][/i] This door was making her even more excited than she had been before about the school she chose.