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Week Name/Date/Time: ‘Natural Disaster’ / Friday, February 10th, 2006 / 11:09 PM.
Location: Gryffindor Tower and then to kitchens? WHO KNOWS.
Open To: Ben
Currently Involving: Avis
After all the stress of the week, new responsibilities, the ice storm, and everything else hanging over her head, Avis could only think of one thing to make herself feel better. That one thing? Food. Starchy, heavy, food. Maybe a pudding, or some potatoes. Something warm and yummy, what her mother would call "comfort food." So maybe comfort food didn't exactly help her pudge, and maybe sneaking out to the kitchens was not the safest thing to do?
Ben. She needed to take Ben with her. Not only for safety, but he'd make her feel better as well. This also posed a problem, as Ben was most likely asleep in his own dormitory. Close to midnight, Avis grabbed her scarf and her usual Glasgow Celtics hoodie, slipped her feet into her fuzzy slippers, and toddled out and up to the sixth year boy's room in her red tartan jammies.
Hey, it WAS cold, at any rate. She considered knocking on the door but then remembered a good stand-by to get Ben's attention when she snuck up to drag him to the kitchen. . .pigeon noises. Hey, it worked before! So there was Avis, once again in her pajamas, craving some potatoes and making pigeon noises into the door in the middle of the night.
((Closed!!))
Location: Gryffindor Tower and then to kitchens? WHO KNOWS.
Open To: Ben
Currently Involving: Avis
After all the stress of the week, new responsibilities, the ice storm, and everything else hanging over her head, Avis could only think of one thing to make herself feel better. That one thing? Food. Starchy, heavy, food. Maybe a pudding, or some potatoes. Something warm and yummy, what her mother would call "comfort food." So maybe comfort food didn't exactly help her pudge, and maybe sneaking out to the kitchens was not the safest thing to do?
Ben. She needed to take Ben with her. Not only for safety, but he'd make her feel better as well. This also posed a problem, as Ben was most likely asleep in his own dormitory. Close to midnight, Avis grabbed her scarf and her usual Glasgow Celtics hoodie, slipped her feet into her fuzzy slippers, and toddled out and up to the sixth year boy's room in her red tartan jammies.
Hey, it WAS cold, at any rate. She considered knocking on the door but then remembered a good stand-by to get Ben's attention when she snuck up to drag him to the kitchen. . .pigeon noises. Hey, it worked before! So there was Avis, once again in her pajamas, craving some potatoes and making pigeon noises into the door in the middle of the night.
((Closed!!))