Deer. Red meat. Frost had missed breakfast and now, was salivating at the scent of a deer in the area.
One that wasn't a student.
Tracking down the scent, the ghost was hoping to score a free meal, or better yet, a full on hunt. It had been a while since he'd chased down his own buck for dinner-
Wandering to the grounds, he didn't really think it odd that when she saw a 'deer' it had wood for legs. To him all he saw was 'meat on sticks'. Which was good enough for him. Tail up right, ears forward, Frost lunged for his supposed prey.
Trying not to hit the student that happened to be right next to his hopeful dinner.
THIS IS HALLOWEEN
WHERE IT IS ALWAYS HALLOWEEN (and sometimes exams)
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