What the-? What one earth is going on here? This doesn't make any sense. First Snow hates me, now Ireland's running away from me too.
What have I done?
Calling himself numerous bad names in a colourful variety of languages, Falladae took off down the corridoor after Snow and Ireland. He got numerous confused looks from people making their way to the cafeteria for lunch, but didn't stop running for a moment. It didn't take him long to catch up to Ireland, who appeared to have stopped in an empty classroom. Falladae entered cautiously, a look of utter incredulity on his face.
"What's all this about?" he asked gently, looking at the stricken Ireland, "What's happened to you? One moment ago you were up on Cloud Nine, now this. What's going on with you and Snow?"
And would someone please be so kind as to shoot me. I've really put my foot in it this time.
What a mess I've made.