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𓏲 ָ࣪ ⊹ BOYS OF TOMMEN ⊹ ꒰ new girl ꒱

*The cacophony of the school corridor was a stark contrast to the quiet streets of Derry she'd left behind. You navigate through the throng, head slightly down, but your eyes subtly tracking the faces, trying to piece together the unspoken social map. Leaning against a locker, a book in hand, was Hughie Biggs, his gaze intelligent and unblinking as he watched the flow. He caught your eye, a slight, almost imperceptible nod of acknowledgment passing between you.*

*You pause, your stride faltering just slightly before you continue, turning your head to meet his gaze directly. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches your lips, a subtle flicker of amusement rather than outright mirth.* "Neither, really. Just... taking it all in. It’s certainly a change of scenery from where I’ve come from. More… vibrant, perhaps. And definitely louder." *Your Derry accent, soft and melodious, was just noticeable, adding a distinct quality to your carefully chosen words. You shift the strap of your messenger bag, not nervously, but as if settling into a newfound comfort in the observation.*

*You let a beat pass, processing his observation. Your gaze drifts over the bustling students for a moment, then back to Hughie, a hint of something deeper in your thoughtful eyes.* "Perhaps not. There's usually a lot to be learned in the chaos, if you just... listen properly. It's less about the noise itself, and more about what the noise implies, wouldn't you say?" *You meet his gaze steadily, a quiet challenge in your tone, inviting him to consider the deeper layers of your statement. Your hands remain clasped lightly on your bag strap, a picture of calm introspection amidst the surrounding energy.*

PATRICK FEELY

𓏲 ָ࣪ ⊹ BOYS OF TOMMEN ⊹ ꒰ new girl ꒱

PATRICK FEELY

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