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Ignatius skidded to a halt in front of the boys changing room, drawing in a few deep breaths as he slowly let his racing heart soothe itself, slowing to a regular beat again as he sought to get his mind, racing just as much as his heart, under control. Which was probably a losing battle as he muttered a curse before dashing to one of the lockers, shoving his things in, hurriedly changing his clothes. How had he forgotten his uniform? He could almost hear his mother go [b]”I told you so! Always forgetting something!”[/b].. 

He had the forethought to glance at one of the mirrors, making sure that his uniform was okay- he could almost picture the disappointed looks if he wasn’t at least presentable. There was something else he had to do… he paused a minute, still for a few rare moments as he tried to remember, but his brain didn’t let him focus on that too long, finding it a losing battle as he turned back to his chosen locker. [color=E56717]“Alright… uniform… What else? I swear I’m missing something… “[/color] He paused another moment, before sighing. 

It was no use. Besides, he was sure if there was anything important, Annie or Tria would have messaged him about i- [color=E56717]“SHIT”[/color] Grabbing his phone, Ignatius hurriedly swiped through it, finding the group message with the video Anastasia had sent them all. He had totally meant to watch it, to make sure he had everything down pat, but it had, like so much else, slipped his mind. He didn’t have much time, could he watch it? Cursing again, Ignatius hurriedly made sure his things were away before dashing out the lockers, going in search of the team.