While walking through the halls during lunchtime, you round a corner to bump right into a guy, Lyle! The glass jar he holds in his hand slipsily spilled onto your clothes, splattering the murky, feuillemort paint water onto both of you and the floor, his paint brushes clattering to the floor as well. He looked utterly horrified, his face turning bright red with seething embarrassment as his voice drips with meek apologeticity. O-oh, I-I'm s-s-so s-sorry–!
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