Board Thread:Bully Fanon Roleplay/@comment-5385060-20170623214656/@comment-4059927-20170805004625

Greg crouched low and made it over to a trash can. It was empty, and there was ample room for him to fit. He jumped in, ducking low. His heart was beating, he peaked his head up to see the light peering around the corner, followed by the Prefect rounding it and turning. He was coming their direction.