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"Hey let's go check it out." Cress, not Chris suggested. Auggie's eyes were already locked on the commotion, and narrowed with both curiosity and suspicion. "Yeah.." He murmured in response, following his new acquaintance over to the growing mass of students trying to find out what happened, and teachers trying to quell the gathering. So many people, and with this much going was a great chance for escape, yet the door of opportunity was quickly closing...if not already gone. Despite knowing there might never be another chance like this, he had to pass it up. There was far to much at risk, and he didn't have enough information, or anything planned past just running for that matter. Especially with the gnomes out there....not to mention Red Fang.

"Hey August, I'll see you later I guess. I uhh.. I need to go back to my room."

Cress' words broke August from his whirlwind of thoughts and brought him back down to reality. He wasn't going anywhere, not yet...but definitely not today. He had a lot more to figure out first. Speaking of which, Cress' mention of going back to his room easily transitioned into Auggie doing the same, and once he was there, why not try to paint something...see if he had one of his visions, see if it gave him any insight to what had really happened to today, not what the teachers will ignore, or pretend happened when tomorrow rolled around.

"Alright, Cress. - Later." He waved, quickly stuffing his hands in his pockets after and heading the opposite direction and passing by Math just as he was arriving to help his fellow Tower Teachers to herd the lingering students. With a small cringe, Auggie strode by and made it back to his room in minutes, shutting and locking the door firmly behind him. In an instant, he was pulling off his sweatshirt, and tugging on one of his crappy and already paint splattered t-shirts before grabbing his sketch pad, pencil, pen, and paint supplies and positioning himself by the window. Flipping his pencil around in his fingers for a moment, he took a breath, licked his lips and simply began to create lines. As if it were fate, his pupils soon dilated and the whites of his eyes got much bigger as his pencil, pen, and soon brush strokes were no longer his own as a vision came to life on the canvas in front of him.

What is was however, would have to be deciphered.