A little porch that at the end of a hallway.

"Your's are different from everyone else's. I can just swim in them... they're so deep and gray."

He grinned and spun around, raising his hands in the air. "HOW POETIC! An excellent way to describe me! I love it!" As he spun, bits of glitter seemed to fly off.

Amanda blushed. "You're very engergetic tonight.."

"Am I?" Wallace gestured toward himself. "Ahhh, what time is it?" He leaned out past some columns and craned around trying to see the clock tower.

9:30

"..."

Wallace sniffed the air, and stepped down from the windowsill. "Do you smell something?"

"Nu'uh? Do you?"

"... Stinkbomb. Someone dropped one in the courtyard." He looked down.

Amanda looked around trying to find it. The smell had entered her nostrils though.

"Err... Come on." He took her by the hand and led her away to somewhere where the smell couldn't reach them. Before you get any ideas, they go to the staircase.

Amanda stood here again, silent.