Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27181220-20150921010255/@comment-121.208.74.30-20150922195950

CC felt like she was forgetting something. Something important that really didn't want forgetting. Something in her gut told her it had to do with witches. Her MirrorPhone beeped, showing a hext from Kingsley:

'''Good luck with the auditions! :)'''

Oh.

CC grabbed her script, rushed out of her dormroom, down some stairs and burst into the Charmitorium. She hadn't realised, in her panic, that the auditions weren't for another fifty-five minutes. Only one other girl was there.