Fourth Floor Common Room; Tuesday Night.

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Still no sword. Still no freakin' sword. She was so distracted and disturbed that Sakurazaki couldn't sleep. She couldn't do anything, really. She stalked down to the common room to satiate the only thing she could do: think about it while pacing, fingers twitching slightly, talking quietly to herself in Japanese. She had brought her unfinished dream catcher with her, but it lay on a table, while she had no intention to actually finish it. She just wanted to make sure there was something there to give off the impression that, no, she wasn't obsessing. Not at all. As per usual, she doesn't make a convincing attempt. Why wasn't it here yet? Was Elder Konoe trying to test her? If that wer the case, she was failing horribly. She couldn't take this anymore. She was going to go insane before the night was over, probably. Sakurazaki stops her pacing to sigh. Wonder where one could get a good straight jacket around here; they've gotta keep a few of 'em close at hand....

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