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Flynn's inteoduction yanked Victor out of his staring contest with the ground. In fact, it seemed like she had stepped directly in between his eyes and the dirt. A very short young girl that seemed lost amongst these bags of hormones.

[color=brown]"Oh. Um, hi...Are you-"[/color]

Victor was about to say "lost" while his eyes had finished scanning over the girl. Green clothes, feather in the head piece. No one could mistake the lineage of Peter Pan. He reached a hand forward, moving past the thought that some poor child had wandered in front of the Academy without a parent or guardian. 

[color=brown]"My name's Victor."[/color]