Rora really wasn't sure what she was doing wandering the train. All she knew was that, as Prefect, it was her job. She sort of talked to herself in French, the words half-poem, half-lyrics. She talked to whoever stopped, making joyful conversation. But she was troubled; Azalea hadn't stopped by to see her yet. Rora shook it off, thinking she was overreacting. She smiled again and kept walking around, occasionally reprimanding someone in her sharp, fluid French.
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