Oct 13, 2020
Upon opening his locker, Dex can see a simple but clearly out-of-place composition notebook sitting on top of everything inside. On the first page is a passage in the process of being written: "I'm back bitches. These journals are enchanted so we can communicate without needing to be near each other. Can't blow our cover, now can we? -L"
“Well, well, well,” Dex murmurs to himself, picking up one of his pencils and writing a note under it.
Between you and Fitz, it’s starting to feel like a real party. Are we having fun yet? I’ve been making a friend, or something along those lines, of real interest around here. Name might be familiar, Sabby-- Abigail Gale. -D