Emmeline’s feet shuffled far faster than they arguably should have been as she made her way through the corridors, barely dodging the other students. In truth, she didn’t exactly need to be in such a hurry but walking quickly was one of the many things she couldn’t stop herself from doing. As she rounded a corner, nearly knocking over a startled second year, she heard the familiar tinkling sounds of her father ringtone permeating from her bag. Deciding she’d be too much of a hazard if she was both speeding through the halls and attempting to FaceTime her dad, she slowed her gait and leaned up against a wall, pulling her phone out of her pocket and clicking the Accept button with her thumb.
Rather than being greeted by her father’s face, she instead saw entirely darkness. “Hello?” she asked, brows furrowing in confusion. She could hear rustling sounds, and the vague hints of talking, but she received no response. “Hello?!” she asked again, irritated. “Did you seriously pocket FaceTime me?” People had to be staring at her by this point given how loud she was becoming, but she wasn’t much bothered. In fact, she turned the nearest person to her, shoving the blank screen in their face. “How can someone pocket FaceTime? Does he have a thumb on his pelvis or something?”