Rory was bored. And hungry. Mostly bored, though.

She'd had a productive and very nice week, between ongoing plans for vengeance, catching up with friends, a trip into Special Collections, being brought vaguely healthy food, making a new friend and having her keys transfiguredAnd Homecoming had been very nice, from the carnival where she had ( Read more... )

Rory had come back to her room after her now-routine weekly visit to Vader, and set to work reviewing the books on her Lit syllabus.

She made herself a pot of coffee, and left the door open.

[Avast! This post be open like a thing that be open, me hearties.]

It had been a busy day, what with waking up in the woods - which wasn't her preference, but when one is in hiding, they can't be picky. And then she had finally found Isabel, who had graciously fixed her hair...but not before Parker and Peter could see.

And then there had been AerynRory didn't even have words on that one. Except she knew that ( Read more... )

Rory stretched languidly on the blanket up on the beach, on her stomach in a pretty sundress and reading a book of poetry by Robert Frost. She had taken care of her sunscreen thing, and based on a tip from her grandmother, oddly enough, she knew to have the Chanel No. 5 she had been given that Christmas on hand for bugs. Not that there were many ( Read more... )

Rory, who had quietly been reading and catching up on email in her room all day after the excitement of the day prior, glanced up when her computer made that distinctive purring noise from her Gmail notifier.

TO:
FROM: SUBJECT: RE: Sad to have missed you ( Read more... )

Rory realized how long it had been since she had talked to Paris.

So there she was on her phone.

( Ring... )

Rory had food from Ching Tai and of course, way more coffee than anyone really needed, and had taped up all of her notes and schematics so far up on her wall. She had stuck Vladdie in the bathroom to keep him out of the way, making sure that the three kittens that had been following her around were under her bed ( Read more... )

Rory was catching up on her email, and giggling at Paris being almost girly over the events of her summer so far.

Every so often, she'd go even more warmish at a rememberance of the night before.

[locked to someone who knows who she is, and the contents of this are NFB, plz. Also, fellow Meerkats, let me know if you want to say your character was ( Read more... )

Rory? Had had a rough couple of days, or weeks, or whatever.

So when she came back from the common room, she grabbed her notebook, and started writing a letter, not even bothering to mentally scold herself for being silly enough to write again.

( Hey, you )

So, sometimes Rory is an enormous dork.

And sometimes she's emo about it.

Which is why she had spent the last few hours curled up in bed with George the Ewok and The Count of Monte Cristo open. Ostensibly she was reading. Of course, when she'd only made it a hundred pages in after four hours, even she had to acknowledge that try as she might, she ( Read more... )