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There were a number of different things that were running around in Raven’s mind and she really didn’t know what to do first. Thankfully or unfortunately, someone seemed to be calling out to her for whatever reasons that caused Raven to snap out of it and place an automatic smile on her face as she turned, “Oh hey….” She said seeing what she was needed for or what was going on.
“You’re not supposed to be here.” Iva repeated in mild annoyance, gesturing to the darkened halls of the Davidson Fine Arts Hall. She’d been practicing in the ball room for a bit before the ball room dancing club actually started. It was Sunday, and the doors should have been locked- she must have forgotten to re-lock it after herself. “Through what door did you get in?”












