[center][color=662d91][h1][i][u]Veronica[/u][/i][/h1][/color][/center]

Other than dodging a few small scuffles along the way, Veronica's walk back towards her locker was an uneventful journey; so much as she'd have liked to have gotten involved in one tussle or another, none of it involved her, as far she was aware. Along the way, she kept her eyes peeled for her true prize: Righty. This was to no avail, however, as he seemed to have either abandoned his stakeout, or, to Veronica's scorn, dealt with by someone else. The girl scowled at the thought of not being able to give him what for. [color=662d91]"The nerve of some people,"[/color] she muttered, rolling her eyes. [color=662d91]"Leave the social justice to the real activists... oh."[/color]

Veronica stopped both her saunter and her muttering as she nearly collided with the woman standing outside of the office. [color=662d91]"Sorry, ma'am,"[/color] she said. She backed up a pace or two, regaining her bearings. It was then that she noticed that the woman seemed to be looking specifically at her. [color=662d91]"Ummm..."[/color] she rest her hands on her hips, assuming a more defiant stance. [color=662d91]"Can I help you or something?"[/color]