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𝙀𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙨 squint in the dim lighting, trying to keep as quiet as possible as her and Thomas tip-toe through the sleeping teenagers.
Turning down a hallway, unfamiliar to the small brunette, Thomas reaches out for her hand and stops her right at the top of the stairs.
"Here." The boy whispers, sliding a cold metal object into Blake's small hands.
The small brunette's eyebrows furrow in confusion, before realizing what's in her hands.
"You'll need it. And if we get into trouble I don't want you to be defenseless."
Blake's emerald orbs connect to the softened whiskey through the dim lighting, sending him a small smile before the boy nods to follow.
"Thank you" Blake softly whispers, gazing at the boy in front of her.
"Where do you think you two are going?" A familiar Brit's voice calls out, catching the two off guard.
A bright, yellow light switches on, revealing the amused blond. Leaning a hand on the table below him, Newt sends the two a smirk as Blake and Thomas' eyes widen at being caught.
A sigh leaves Thomas' lips as his shoulder sag in defeat. "Newt..."
Rolling his eyes, the blond pushes off of the table and steps towards the two. "Don't be a twat about it." He begins, outstretching his hand to take Blake's pack and hand her a small bag in return. "I'm already in."
Thomas and Blake's eyebrows knit together in confusion at the small bag placed in the girl's hands.
Sending the boy beside her a 'what the hell' look, Blake opens the small bag. Her small fingers dance over a few items, feeling one in particular, she pulls it out as she rolls her eyes.
Snapping her eyes to the blond walking off, Blake lifts the item up, inspecting it.
