"Hey captain, there was a message from the leader to call everyone in the briefing room."
"Briefing room? A meeting?"
The captain and a few of his fellows from the strongest faction in the academy grouped together as the captain stepped down to the lower floors. He pushed open the door to the ivory and lavender-covered briefing rooms, the domes and the arches of the wide hall giving a clear view of the outside.
On the many chairs were the different students in the top brass of the faction.
"Timmy, are you really going to do it?"
The captain heard something odd as he entered the conference room.
"What's going on?" He asked as he took a seat next to his friend.
"Oh, you're here?" The man answered. "It seems Timmy is planning to confess his love for the leader today.
The captain took a glance at the bald Timmy and held in his tears. "I'll pray for him,"
"You better. Hahaha!"
"Hey, folks. Come on, cheer him on."
