Post by Gideon Smith on Dec 28, 2018 16:00:33 GMT -8
Gideon snuck out of the dungeons, via one of the exits he had fixed, his mask and cloak safely in his hoodie pouch. He made his way toward the Headmaster's office to deliver the note to Mrs. Stewbone.
"Twice in one day, Mr. Smith? Is something wrong?" Mrs. Stewbone asked, Roxy, looking up from ripping up of photos.
"No Ma'am," he presented her with the note card. "I believe this fell off your rose this morning," he said, side-eyeing Roxy, not feeling comfortable at all being around her. Mrs. Stewbone took the note and read it out loud, "A single rose can be my garden... a single friend, my world. Hmm, no idea who it's from?" she asked him and he gave her a shrug.
"I was just told to deliver it, Ma'am," he said, though he noticed a difference in the way Roxy was sitting. Her back was straighter and an odd smirk was on her face. Gideon wished he could wipe it right off of her face. He took a deep breath to calm himself, turning his attention back to the secretary. "Oh well, perhaps it is a secret admirer," Mrs. Stewbone said, suddenly acting all a flutter.
"Have a pleasant day, Mrs. Stewbone," he side before turning and leaving as quickly as he could. He wondered if he would be delivering another rose to Mrs. Stewbone sometime soon because something felt very off about this whole thing.
"Twice in one day, Mr. Smith? Is something wrong?" Mrs. Stewbone asked, Roxy, looking up from ripping up of photos.
"No Ma'am," he presented her with the note card. "I believe this fell off your rose this morning," he said, side-eyeing Roxy, not feeling comfortable at all being around her. Mrs. Stewbone took the note and read it out loud, "A single rose can be my garden... a single friend, my world. Hmm, no idea who it's from?" she asked him and he gave her a shrug.
"I was just told to deliver it, Ma'am," he said, though he noticed a difference in the way Roxy was sitting. Her back was straighter and an odd smirk was on her face. Gideon wished he could wipe it right off of her face. He took a deep breath to calm himself, turning his attention back to the secretary. "Oh well, perhaps it is a secret admirer," Mrs. Stewbone said, suddenly acting all a flutter.
"Have a pleasant day, Mrs. Stewbone," he side before turning and leaving as quickly as he could. He wondered if he would be delivering another rose to Mrs. Stewbone sometime soon because something felt very off about this whole thing.
