Rory was there, dressed in a light, summery dress and perched on a rock ( Read more... )

Rory, after wandering around Washington for the day, came back to her room. She smirked and carefully laid the things she had pulled from her closet by her bed with the list - not that there was any way they'd forget what was on there, but it was nice to have the reminder ( Read more... )

Rory lit the last of her five or so candles, setting it on her desk and smiling like an idiot.

Hopefully she wouldn't flail and knock any of them over.

Hopefully.

( Cut for omg massively long preplayed-ness and possibly, maybe, eventually...scrapbooking )

Rory pushed her way into 213, balancing a box on one hip and holding a big bag filled with containers of red liquid. She kicked the door shut behind her, and carefully set the bag down ( Read more... )

Rory stormed out of the common room with Vladdie in one arm and a fluffy blue comforter in her other, Anakin on her heels.

She unlocked her door, motioned him in, set the puppy and the blanket down, and shut the door again.

"Yes, I am."

Rory was actually sitting on the floor and leaning against her bed, working on her homework for various classes.

Vladdie was asleep in his basket in the corner, and the door was partially open should anyone want to come in.

[ooc: But really, it's partially open so that Anakin can come in. Hence the NFB, yo. :)]

Rory led Anakin up to her room, and paused outside the door, turning to face him.

"Okay. Shut your eyes, because I didn't wrap it. I couldn't actually."