Room 508 - Friday evening
Eleanor really didn't feel much like going out anywhere, choosing to settle in with a book instead. But she wasn't able to fully focus on it, her mind kept wandering back to Wednesday's class. She was still wondering why the boggart had turned into a vision of herself in Alison's cloak.
What did it mean?
Perhaps she was just reading overly much into it. Over thinking it, as it were. She went back to her book.
A moment later, she let out a sigh and put the book aside on the nightstand and pulled out a package wrapped in red cloth. Her mother's old Tarot deck. She placed it, still unwrapped, on the bed before her.
Yes, she was contemplating doing a reading on herself. But what if she didn't like the answer?
(door open, post open and welcome for any not involved in birthday parties, hee)
What did it mean?
Perhaps she was just reading overly much into it. Over thinking it, as it were. She went back to her book.
A moment later, she let out a sigh and put the book aside on the nightstand and pulled out a package wrapped in red cloth. Her mother's old Tarot deck. She placed it, still unwrapped, on the bed before her.
Yes, she was contemplating doing a reading on herself. But what if she didn't like the answer?
(door open, post open and welcome for any not involved in birthday parties, hee)