Board Thread:Bully Fanon Roleplay/@comment-5385060-20170623214656/@comment-4059927-20170623224426

"Not right now." Greg replied, earnestly. As they spoke the hallway lights, as if on an automatic shut off timer, turned off. That is when it hit Greg, ''we aren't supposed to fucking be here. ''"We need to get the hell out of here." He said desperately, throwing open the door and stepping out into the omnipresent hallway. It was at this time a voice down the hall perked up.

"Who's there?!" It shouted, a bright light started to bath the walls and the shadow veered closer

Greg ran back into the classroom, shut the door slowly and locked it, the Prefect will probably have keys anyways but it might deter him, right? "Under the desk." He ordered Robin, sternly, as he dove, albeit comically, behind a bookcase near the back of the classroom.