December Sixteenth, Clive

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I sat boredom on my bed. A few sounds could be heard from down the hall. I had nothing better to do, so I went to check it out.

I walked out of my bed and closed the door behind me. The Professor's room was close, just down the hall. I paid no mind to Foliis's room, as she was rarely in there during the day.

I walked into the room, opening the door. The Professor wasn't at his desk.

As a matter of fact, I was kind of happy. That let me listen to the conversation from down the hall sooner.

"We have a problem!" Flora's voice reached her ears.

"What is it?" Faith's question followed.

"The cat!"

"Why?"

"The Professor may disapprove!"

WAIT SINCE WHEN DID FLORA AND FAITH HAVE A CAT!?!

"But Luke would love it. Not to mention he'd be able to talk to anyone at any time."

I opened the door. "What's this about a cat?"

Flora turned away from the window and froze. A black and white cat was in her arms. "Clive!"

"Please don't tell anyone!" Faith said nervously.

"Don't worry," I laughed. "I'll see if you can keep him. I'm not a tattler."

Faith sighed in relief. "Thank you!"

"I'll see you guys later. Time to go chat with the Professor."

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