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Week - 200

Pasty Report
by kemppotatoe
Description: "Yeah. Honestly, you'd think the way she treats us we'd never done any of our homework, and are a constant disruption in class!"

Week - 201

Atop the Grey Cloud: Part One
by kemppotatoe
Description: Nobody was out; gales usually meant that everyone in Faerieland was piled in their basement. But not her. She was here on request...

Week - 202

Atop the Grey Cloud: Part Two
by kemppotatoe
Description: "Y-yes!" Gwendolyn panted, clutching a stitch in her side, "I'm r-ready."

Week - 203

Atop the Grey Cloud: Part Three
by kemppotatoe
Description: "Well, you see," Gwendolyn said. "I-I'm looking for the Grey Cloud, and-"

Week - 204

Because of Jhudora's Book: Part One
by kemppotatoe
Description: Something caught Athelda's eye. The green Zafara's eyes wandered around the street. It was in the gutter, and it was glowing slightly. An eerie, dark glow...

Week - 205

Because of Jhudora's Book: Part Two
by kemppotatoe
Description: She sighed, but not out of regret. Oh no, she did not regret joining Jhudora, even if yesterday she had been a little shaky...

 
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