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Allen had been completely phased out in boredom when out of nowhere a girl appeared and grabbed his wrists to still his fidgeting.

Not just any girl. The girl he'd caught staring at him! Ah, where had he seen her before!?

"Sorry." He said, sounding less than apologetic as he pulled his hands from hers. "I didn't mean to annoy you." He gave her a critical look up and down, but his memory still wasn't jogged. "I don't mean to sound rude, but do I know you? I swear I've seen you somewhere before." He declared. He was never one to beat around the bush when he wanted to know something.

She was cute. maybe he'd seen glimpsed her somewhere and just registered her image in his mind. It was unlikely, but still. She did have nice, natural features, the kind that stayed in people's minds. And enticing light purple eyes. He'd always envied people with pretty eyes. His own were a boring deep brown.

"Hmm, a mystery." He chuckled bemusedly. "Where do you work?" maybe she was a waitress at one of his usual haunts. That would explain it...

"School? Where do you go to school?" He asked. Had he known her in college? High school maybe? How old was she? It was hard to guess. She had a mature, womanly figure, but there was a girly quality about her. It was almost unnerving the way she was looking at him. He told himself that it was her eyes that had that effect. "Are your eyes natural?"

"High school?" Wow. She was younger than he'd thought. He was already fresh out of college, having been in several excelerated programs. But for her to still be in high school, she must be 18 or younger.

And whoa, what as the deal? She'd suddenly gone all hurt, like he'd insulted her or something. "I thought you might be wearing contacts." he explained, a bit stiffly, her sudden change of mood having thrown him off. He was overcome with the insane desire to make her look at him again, as though he was missing something now that she was looking away. He dismissed the feeling and said in a gentler tone, "I don't think you're a witch." She suddenly seemed so uncertain and hurt. He wanted to hug her.

Whoa, slow down. Why on earth was he thinking like that? He wasn't the hopeless romantic type that dreamed up romances everywhere he went, expecially with a girl who could be up to nine years younger than he!

Now that she was finally looking at him, he felt uneasy, like he couldn't keep a secret from her, naked. Yikes. He tore his gaze from hers, upset with himself the moment he did. How dare he show weakness like that!

Ah, a senior. So she wasn't that young.

"I see." He said, in a friendly manner. "Do you look forward to graduating?"

He didn't believe her response. "Wow." he commented dryly, "You sure do sound awfully excited." His eyes fell on her upper arm, where most girls wore the nametag proclaiming that they were a part of the stupid match-up game. He had one on the arm of his shirt, hidden beneath his jacket. She wasn't wearing one. She hadn't come for the game, then. He hadn't thought so. There was something very lonely about her, almost melancholy. She didn't seem like the kind to waste her time and energy at a match-up game.

Allen started in surprsie at her confession, giving her a closer look. He'd never been bullied as a child, himself, but he had a strong sense of justice that was one of his leading strengths. He laughed as she revealed her tag. "My thinking as well." He admitted, gesturing to his right bicep, where on the sleeve of his shirt beneath the jacket he'd stuck the sticker. "My friends thought it would be an amusing joke to sign me up for this waste of time." He sighed. "Speaking of wastes of time, what is taking them so long?" It was getting late. Many guards had walked past him on their way out, and no one had seen him yet. He didn't even know what he was here for!