[indent][hr][center][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjcyLjAwYjdlMC5UR2xzYVdVZ1JHbHZibTVsLjAA/velocity-demo.regular.png[/img][/center]
[hr][indent]

[color=deepskyblue]"Spellman, Spellman, Spellman..."[/color]

The mutter was quiet enough to not be overheard, but just glancing at the girl would tell any passerby what she was doing: crystalline eyes darted towards the nameplates outside of the dorms, looking specifically for the one belonging to Salem. Despite initially assuming she was going to be alone in walking around, she did see the odd student or two, a few speaking to one another and others making their way out of their dorms. They kept to their business, and Lilie to hers, though once in a while they would offer a nod or smile, something she found herself returning happily. 

She probably took longer than she should have, but eventually she did find it, nearly surprising herself with the second name that had occupied Salem's: Lucan Bordeleaux. Now that she thought about it, she wasn't able to ask Aaron about what had happened last night with the princess. Talk about a missed opportunity, she really needed to stop forgetting things. But he had seemed just as clueless as she did. Would questioning him get her anywhere? Well, at the very least he deserved to know, and there was no harm in asking. Hopefully. She'd cross that bridge when she got there.

For now, Lilie was more focused on the door in front of her, hand running through her bangs as she inhaled. Alright, time to--hm, she actually didn't know what they were going to do. Just hang out, right? She owed him that much. Knocking on the door, the white haired girl exhaled, patiently waiting.

[color=deepskyblue]"Salem? It's me,"[/color] She called out, just in case.

[/indent][hr][/indent]
[right][sub]interacting with: [@Trainerblue192][/sub][/right]