[Potironette]

Cork and Fran sighed in unison, their bodies drooping lower noticeably.

From the distance, they saw Luck approaching and their heads snapped back up.

"Hey Luck!" Shouted Cork.
"Luck!" Echoed Fran.

Luck walked briskly upwards, seeing that the twins were next to Rune, slightly worried about Rune's sanity around the twins.

"Luck, Rune won't let us see his books."
"Yeah, and he won't tell us why you like picking on him so much."

Luck frowned, "I'm not picking on Rune anymore. He's not bad."

"Why's that?" Cork asked.
"Yeah why?" Fran repeated.

"I've got a better idea," said Luck languidly. "Go pick on the other bullies."

Cork and Fran jumped up, clasping each other's hands. "War." They breathed, and waved good-bye to Luck and Rune.

Luck put his hands in his pockets, "You're okay?" He asked Rune.