It was hard to tell weather this was a official booth or not, considering there was only a table here which may or may not have have been taken from one of the classrooms. Sitting behind the table was a first year boil, his black eyes staring intently at anyone who approached him. He didn't say anything, instead gesturing at a piece of wood leaning in front of the table. The boil seemed to think it was something important, but for all purposes it looked like a old piece of broken wood. With black scribbles all over it.
It might occur to some that this was the boils attempt at a sign.
It might occur to some that this was the boils attempt at a sign.
