𐙚⋆°. 𝓖ossip, of course, stayed just out of your reach—no matter how fiercely your lot claimed otherwise. Lately most of it has gathered in the Clock Tower Courtyard. On a spring afternoon like this, nothing prickled the skin more than the heat, or stung more than a bee—more than your tongues were wont to do. ⋆˚ ᜔°