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"WOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" The delighted shout had a faintly earsplitting, shrieky quality to it. Moira punched the air with both fists. "We get to stay~ay, we get to stay-hey! Ooh..." There was a pause. "Do you think we should form a search party to find the schemer dreamer plotters?"

... Who was she talking to? Shrug. But the headcrab zombie seemed to consider her own proposition for a moment.

".... Nah. They'll make it out in the wash. Anyway, I told 'em not to die." She nodded in apparent satisfaction before sticking her rotting tongue out at the departing Boogeymen and punching the air once more.

"WOO!"

Why he had hung around the testing grounds even after he had finished his own exam was a mystery he may not have known the answer to himself. Whether he was still angry with himself for doing so poorly (in his mind) on his exam, he wanted to be nearby to provide support to any of his friends who needed or wished it, or (perhaps the more likely) he hoped to catch some glimpse or hint of what was really going on and why. Then again, maybe he just couldn’t bear the thought of leaving before he knew the fate of the school, perhaps even he was too anxious to anything but stand and wait.

In any case, he had been pacing back and forth, his tail twitching with each step, arms crossed as if lost in thought. From time to time he would pause, eyes narrowed, sometimes shooting a furtive glance at one of the boogiemen, his ears straining to catch any words that may have been spoken by either boogieman or Ammityville staff. However despite his efforts, he could catch no word of the news or hints he’d hoped for.

It was hard to say how much time had pass, or many times he had paced back and forth on that same spot, or how many times he had stopped to sigh heavily. It could have been several hours for all he knew, far more occupied with his own thoughts than the passage of time. What would happen if they failed, would the school really be closed down? Where would they go, what would they do? Arrg, why was this happening?! Why was any of this happening? Why were humans hunting them, why had hunters come to their world, why were they being attacked, and why were the Boogiemen insisting that everything was their fault and the facts they knew to be true were false instead of doing something about it? (He could almost swear he had seen this all in a movie before, oh how he wished this was a movie, or a bad dream he would wake up from at any moment).

His tail flicked with a snap, turning on his heal in the latest circle of his pacing. He was so consumed with his thoughts that it was several moments before he had noticed the arrival of the examiner or the resulting commotion. What was going on, what were they talking about? Were the results finally in? At the very least the secretary seemed seemed happier (even if he was hiding), did that mean they had passed? Or…

The tuft of his tail bristled, his body tensed, breath caught in his throat. For a moment he thought something more would happen, that the Boogiemen were going to throw them out by force whether they had passed or failed, or that one of them was going to take down the examiner and their secretary right then and there. Briefly he wondered if, despite their numbers, the students and staff of Ammityville would be able to stop the Boogiemen if they did try such an action, a thought that was immediately followed by wondering what the jack he was thinking to even contemplate the idea.

But nothing happened, and the examiner left without incident, shortly followed by the Boogiemen (after what were certainly some harsh words and/or further threats). Wait, did that mean, they really had passed? He was only left wondering for a moment longer, the results confirmed by the secretary’s proclamation. They –had- passed, the school would not be closed, not now, and if they had anything to say about it, not ever.

Sheridan sighed in relief, they had passed, the school had been saved. For now at least, they could celebrate a victory. Though something told him they would be foolish to relax their guard or think that this would be the end of it. But for now, for now he was going to celebrate with a trip to the library.

Yǐn Cáng should not have been tense about the results. After having time to think about it, he knew that he had only been at the school for little more than a week, and the fact that the school that he had chosen for himself closing would not mean that he was a total failure. But so far? He liked Amityville, and ever since taking the exam his stomach had felt like it was in knots.

He kindof liked Ren, the boil that had shown him around and taught him that minipets were not food. Alexander was rather helpful when it came to ridiculous amounts of books, and they had made plans to train. Elle was also in need of training, and another new face at the schoo. Miss Danny, as highly inappropriate as she was (and dressed) was actually rather kind, as proven by the delicious smelling box labeled simply “Eva” in his room. Even Sparrow, had not been a completely bad sort of fellow.

Yet despite all of that he had managed to completely miss on his exam. So it was with relief when the scores were announced. He smiled to himself and remained lurking at the fringes. It appeared that he would be here for a while longer.