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// And Every Guild in its Place, by FoME 
// Story: Group Precipitation 
// by FanOfMostEverything 
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When Wallflower got off the bus on her first day at Ravnica High, she was relieved to see White Hat waiting for her. "Nervous?" said White once Wallflower walked up to her.

"A little, but you answered a lot of my questions before now. There's really just one thing I don't get."

"Shoot," White said as they walked towards the closest entrance.

"Most of the guilds do something for the school, but from what you've told me, the Gruul just seem to skip class and hit things." Wallflower tried to indicate a flannel-wearing boy lounging against one wall without drawing attention to herself. "Why are they even around?"

"For one, athletics, especially football. The stereotypical Ravnica High football team is a Boros quarterback and twelve Gruul."

"Aren't there only eleven players on the field at a time?" said Wallflower.

"Okay, ten Gruul," White said, smiling despite rolling her eyes. "I never claimed to know everything, just everything that matters."

Wallflower giggled. "Anything else?"

"Lately? Well—"

A chilling sound rang out across the campus, a roar that couldn't be made by anything that lived in a sane and sensible cosmos.

Even less sane and sensible sounds came in response:

"Dibs on the skull!"

"You always get the skull!"

"CRUSH THEM!"

White smirked. "Lately, they've been very helpful as... security."

"Ah," said Wallflower, her whole body tingling as feeling came back after her fearful paralysis. "That actually explains a lot."