“Grey works as well,” they walked out and shut the door. They crept through the hallways, stopping at corners to check for guards. After awhile they came across a shadow thrown over the front doors of the castle. A guard was standing there smoking. A grin came over James’ face. “Watch this, you up for some mischief?” He unslung a bag that he had over his back that Amelia hadn’t noticed. He pulled out a slingshot, given to him by Mac, and a bag of marbles.
Amelia smiled, reaching for her grey crop top, and throwing it over. She grabbed her room key, tossing it into her back pocket. As they walked down the halls, Amelia kept her eyes open. She smirked as James’ spoke. “Oh, most definitely!”