Alex tended to tap dance the line between being overly invested, and entirely disinterested in the goings on of her peers. At the moment, she was so bored with the student body that she was considering communing with the spirits for her own entertainment. Looking up from her phone, she sighed. “What’s your take on Ouija boards? I’m sure there’s a complicated accurate history or some shit, but how dangerous can something made by Hasbro or whoever really be?” She asked. She had already added it to her Amazon cart before realizing that getting one delivered right to campus was likely a one-way ticket to the Headmaster’s office. And even if she were more willing to get expelled, that was an incredibly stupid way to go out. Still, she clicked her tongue, leaning back in her chair. “Ghosts have gotta have better stories than who’s fucking who.” She half-muttered. “Or at the very least, have a great list of who’s fucking who.” She added, brow raised in consideration.












