The smell of rose and herb filled the room as the wolfos set the music to a soothing melody. It was the middle of the day, yet there he was, half leaning on a pile of pillows, cup of tea in hand in the tiny tea room. He had a break from class and what a better way to spend it than with a cup of tea and a few savory snacks? The door was wide open, and as people walked by and smiled, Frost would wave a bit and offer a cup if they wanted something to drink.
A ghoul passed, and again he made the offer, “If you have time, would you like a bit of tea?” Plus, Frost might have simply wanted a bit of company as the time passed.
THIS IS HALLOWEEN
WHERE IT IS ALWAYS HALLOWEEN (and sometimes exams)
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