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[color=7ea7d8][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Chair 7
[color=7ea7d8][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Intelligence, Dexterity
[color=7ea7d8][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	Professor Walnut raised an eyebrow at the lack of reply from the fainter and she smirked slightly. However, the silence and serenity she had hoped to achieve were all for nothing, as there was a calamity towards the start of the line of chairs. She shut her eyes briefly for a moment, breathing in and out of her mouth. They had hardly been there for much more than half an hour and already, quarrels had broken out - yet she supposed it was simply human nature to seek out fights. At least there were no more lewd and suggestive comments to listen to - she hardly cared for that sort of talk. 

	[color=7ea7d8]"Thank you,"[/color] Walnut said curtly, eyeing the fainter. She then heard the sound of hooves, yet as she turned and craned her head, even rising slightly out of her seat, she couldn't identify the source. They could have been coming from any direction. Her eyes caught the guard for a moment. [i]Tilting his head to the side he just grins and goes back to his book.[/i]

	Having not managed to ascertain the source and hoping that events would move quickly, Walnut relaxed back in her seat, and a moment later, she had fallen out of her seat and hit the ground, landing on her rear. Yet while most would have likely been preoccupied with the chance of a bruised bottom, Walnut's eyes went skyward, as the eighth chair - with the fainter, otherwise known as Director Kindle - still stuck in it! It was like Kindle had been turned into a celebratory firework as she continued to climb higher and higher towards the heavens, reaching an approximate twenty feet in the air.  
	
	[color=7ea7d8]"The poor thing..."[/color] Walnut murmured, as stunned as she was by the sudden aerial escapade of the fainting woman. She had such remarkable bad luck, it would seem. Yet Walnut's chief concern wasn't so much Director Kindle's rise as it was her eventual and inevitable fall. That would certainly result in more than a bruised rear...