forum || Unbelievable | PRIVATE RP WITH SWIMMY ||

Started May 21, 2020 by @PrettyLittlePyro

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“And how will you do that?” His grin was contagious. Arowen felt her a smile growing wider.

"Tell him we need help with the students, the amount of people awake not enough to help them all. It should work." Sebastian started back where they had walked from. He tried to force himself to take on a more serious look, but it wasn't needed just yet as his grin only grew.

“You say these things like you had it all planned out before.” Arowen smiled slightly. “And he trusts us, so he’ll believe us. Let’s do it, then.”

"Maybe I did," Sebastian admitted with a grin. He turned to face Arowen, laughing lightly.

Arowen grinned. "Well, good. Because if you didn't have a plan after all this time, I'd be very disappointed." She grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward the headmaster's office.

Sebastian smiled, hurrying with Arowen to the office. His familiar decided to show up, and Sebastian held her in one arm.
"Well, I'm glad to hear you don't find me disappointing."

"Not yet, anyway," she shot back.
When they arrived at the office, she let go of his wrist. She didn't seem to have noticed what she had done, though.
"Is he in there, do you think?" SHe asked.

Sebastian glanced away at Arowen's words. He didn't know it, he was too good at masking his emotions, but it hurt. It hurt because he felt like it was true. That at any moment, he'll mess up and Arowen will be disappointed in him. He took a step forward when Arowen let of his hand.
"Seems like it to me." he looked at Arowen. "Wish me luck, then." He started into the office.

Arowen blinked at his actions. He was acting strange, very strange. What… what was wrong with him? Was it something she had said? It was possible, given the fact that she never actually thought through what she was going to say before she said it.

Sebastian set into the office, leaving Arowen. At this point, he wanted to get away for now. She… she probably hadn't meant anything, but it still hurt.
"Sir?" he said, knocking on the headmaster's door.

"Come in!" The headmaster called, voice muffled by the door.
Arowen stayed back. It might get suspicious if both of them went in.

Sebastian opened the door, stepping in once Arowen was out of sight.
"Sir, we need some help with all the students waking up right now. There just aren't enough people to help."

"Oh, of course, Mr. Goldheart. I shall be there right away." The headmaster looked around. "Where is Ms. Daleka? Helping out, I assume?"

"As far as I assume. I have not seen her since we came to report to you." Sebastian shrugged slightly, ready to lead the headmaster away for Arowen to make her move.

"All right." The headmaster finished writing something down on a piece of paper, and then slipped the paper into a drawer before standing. "Let's go, then."

Sebastian nodded.
"Yes, sir." Sebastian slipped out of the room, not daring to look around for Arowen and run the risk of exposing here.

The headmaster started down the hall, and Arowen slipped into the office, motioning for Sebastian to follow her. She looked around for anything of interest.

Sebastian watched to make sure the headmaster had left, then hurried in after Arowen.
"Anything suspicious?" He asked. He moved to the drawer he has seen the headmaster put the paper in, pulling it open.

"Not yet," she responded, rifling through a pile of papers. "Unless you count the frosting stains on these, or the coffee spills. I didn't realize how messy our headmaster was."

Sebastian chuckled a bit.
"It's even worse than some of the students here," he said with a soft laugh.

"I agree. He's almost as messy as I am." Arowen glanced at the drawer Sebastian was looking through. "Found anything interesting?"

"Not really. Just some papers for school things." Sebastian sighed, shaking his head.

"Dang." Arowen flipped through some papers on a nearby filing cabinet. "We should hurry. I don't know how soon it'll be until he gets back."

Sebastian nodded.
"Understood." He stepped back, looking around once in case anything might catch his eye.

"Hmm… what's this?" Arowen, who had been running her hand along the bottom of the drawer, stopped suddenly. Her fingers felt the smallest of switches, and she pulled it, wondering if a fake drawer would open in the back or something.
But no. There was a grinding noise, and she turned, startled, to see his desk slide away to reveal a trapdoor.