[they're in a quad sort of area. it's grassy, there's nice flowers and trees around and there are benches and water fountains and the like in the distance. as they get to their feet, they can start to hear that all of the disembodied voices of other students are talking about the spell games, a time-honored tradition.
whatever the hell those are. there's buzzing excitement about teams, and pre-game qualifiers, and something about a grand prize intermingled with usual discussion about classes, parties and homework.
there is always something to look at, but maybe they'd like to try to find more information somewhere?]
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whatever the hell those are. there's buzzing excitement about teams, and pre-game qualifiers, and something about a grand prize intermingled with usual discussion about classes, parties and homework.
there is always something to look at, but maybe they'd like to try to find more information somewhere?]