Ophelia walks across the lawn from the dorms to the main campus' classrooms. since the day she arrived, she's been scared by a Dragon hybrid with ghostly white eyes, a towering gargoyle that she wished would've stayed a statue, and something that can only be described as something from her nightmares. she clutches her book bag tightly, feeling like a sitting duck every time she walks across the vast, open lawn. "come on Pheli... what would your mom think if she saw you like this?"
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