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The walk to the Principal's office is short. Imode, hanging behind so they don't have to make small talk with the other two, sees something they weren't meant to see.

Imode can't hear the muffled response from whoever she's talking to back there, and they don't want to. They avert their gaze and rush to catch up with the others before Vrissy has a chance to notice them, pulse pounding.

Imode hasn't even been officially introduced to Vrissy yet--they don't even know she's called Vrissy now--and locking eyes over the famous dead guy she's lugging around is probably not the most fortuitous way to start a friendship with your good friend's matesprit, no matter how much they've wanted to meet her.

They didn't speak to her when they saw her in the chaos before. Didn't speak up for her either. Or the other two Imode barely registered. And they had only just started heading over to the bleachers to talk to Harry Anderson about what they'd seen when the principal had stopped them. Shame is sticky in the back of their throat.