DankWaffles
Go Home, Go Bed
The announcement for Paris to report to the main office rung through the empty halls, echoing everywhere. And to think, he was just inches away from stepping back into Chemistry class...what a shame. If this was how Paris was going to raise some eyebrows with his disappearance, he may as well do it in style. Paris' hands dug into his pockets and he strolled his way on down to the main office. A few students and teachers poked their heads out the door--which was common at this school--to confirm that they had a visual on Paris' location. Paris turned around a corner and was met with a door and plaque that read: Office. "How descriptive.", Paris thought to himself. His hand crept towards the door handle, but stopped abruptly at the tingling sensation that was his Spider-Sense. Whoever was behind that door was not friendly, and Paris took the precaution of equipping his web shooters. He braced himself for an attack and opened the door, only to see a man who was definitely not Mr.Morris, the headmaster. "Uhhh, who are you?", he beckoned.
Field Marshall
Field Marshall