"Hi. I know who you are, I heard you greet the last seven people."
*Maya doesn't look up when she greets the far too energetic First Year. Her lips don't move either. She's sitting on the music Club table wishing the noise would at least work in some manageable pattern. She's fine with loud concerts, the noise isn't quite so chaotic there. This was what she figured a warzone sounded like.*
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*Maya doesn't look up when she greets the far too energetic First Year. Her lips don't move either. She's sitting on the music Club table wishing the noise would at least work in some manageable pattern. She's fine with loud concerts, the noise isn't quite so chaotic there. This was what she figured a warzone sounded like.*