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Freya conveyed only the slightest of head tilts as the man explained to her how one learns quickly around here. What she was really hearing from that was that he was well mastered on the affairs of the school, given that it was clear he was a returner. While Freya wasn’t interested in learning knowledge regarding the social scene, there was something about this masked figure that told her it wasn’t what he was referring to. Though, if his word was true, she expected she would find out soon enough.
It was clear neither of them were willing to give anything away, as he fired back with the same cryptic response she had used. Which only left her to wonder what kind of answer he had actually been looking for when he initially asked. Though just as she dropped that, another comment struck her about the ease in which people could go missing. Given the announcement of the unaccounted for student, was this just a poor choice of words, or was there intention to what he was telling her? There wasn’t much time to ask, as he soon became distracted and slipped out of the conversation.
Regardless of what he meant, if her presence was unnoticeable as he suggested, Freya would take advantage of that. She began to retrace her steps in the ballroom, weaving past people once again, heading for the door she had entered in. Though her attention was caught by something that stopped Freya in her tracks. She thought she had been mistaken when she initially noticed the vague depiction of a camera. But when Freya heard the indisputable click, she realised she had been correct, and it had been pointed at her.
By the time she could face it directly, the face of a wide-eyed brunette took the place of where the camera had been. Presumably, the photographer. Although she didn’t seem to claim that role, as her weapon-of-choice had been not so discreetly hidden away into a bag. And somehow it was her doing the questioning, rather than Freya. Freya had to look around for a moment. Surely someone else had seen that, right?
The rambling from the girl in front of her left Freya dumbfounded. Her nervous tone betrayed her, though, and confirmed any doubt Freya almost had about whether it was her that had taken the photo. “Are you kidding me right now?” Freya asked her in perplexity as she was finally given the space to get a word in. [color= darksalmon]“Why did you just take a photo of me?” [/color] She asked her, plainly.
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