everyone here believed shiz university was a good place to be. a prestigious school in the great land of oz. finley couldn't say it was a bad school — far from it. what he could say was that there were things happening behind the scenes that he wanted to get to the bottom of. things that seemed malicious. things that didn't sit right with finley, even if he didn't quite know what they were yet. never had the boy been quiet about his suspicion of the wizard himself ( if he was all knowing, wouldn't he know what was going on in oz? with the animals? ). most of his classmates silenced him, or tried to. but he still couldn't help thinking about what was happening with the animals of oz. he's in his own thoughts when he feels a gloved hand press against his cheek, grabbing his attention immediately, eyes roaming to meet galinda's in an attempt at focusing on her. 'you won't. like the answer, i mean,' the touch to his face calms him down some, but not enough to keep the gears in his head from turning. 'unfortunately, i'm scheming and plotting. two things i'm sure you find hideoteous,' @euphoriabled.