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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Join the Club' / Wednesday, 15th March 2006 / 9:00 PM
Location: 7th year Ravenclaw boys' dorm
Open To: Troy
Currently Involving: Lolita
Lolita now considered Noah Ogilvy to be Troy's partner-in-crime. Or a sort of henchman. Because as Troy was confined to his room up in the Ravenclaw dorms, the Frog had apparently sent Noah as a messenger to summon Lolita for a talk or summat. For a strange, uncommon moment, Lolita wasn't sure what to tell the Frog. What, welcome back to the suckfest, hope you had a nice vacation? Or something more sentimental, considering that he'd been half-dead in St. Mungo's for some time.
Well... The first sad, sad truth of the matter was that she was quite angry with him for making her worry. WORRY. She didn't like having to feel like a slave to human emotion, so of course when she realised that she was, she generally wasn't happy.
The second sad truth of the matter was that she was nonetheless mindlessly making her way to the Ravenclaw common room, where she was allowed in through some pre-established arrangement. At the top of the stairs to the boys' dorm, Lolita paused, hesitating. There was something undeniably wrong about intruding in a boys' dorm, but then again, Avis did it all the time. Maybe it wasn't such a weird thing?
She knocked sharply on the door, suddenly wishing she hadn't come. What if Troy looked like...like...ground meat or something? It would be so like life for it to run the only person she ever got along with through a shredder.
Location: 7th year Ravenclaw boys' dorm
Open To: Troy
Currently Involving: Lolita
Lolita now considered Noah Ogilvy to be Troy's partner-in-crime. Or a sort of henchman. Because as Troy was confined to his room up in the Ravenclaw dorms, the Frog had apparently sent Noah as a messenger to summon Lolita for a talk or summat. For a strange, uncommon moment, Lolita wasn't sure what to tell the Frog. What, welcome back to the suckfest, hope you had a nice vacation? Or something more sentimental, considering that he'd been half-dead in St. Mungo's for some time.
Well... The first sad, sad truth of the matter was that she was quite angry with him for making her worry. WORRY. She didn't like having to feel like a slave to human emotion, so of course when she realised that she was, she generally wasn't happy.
The second sad truth of the matter was that she was nonetheless mindlessly making her way to the Ravenclaw common room, where she was allowed in through some pre-established arrangement. At the top of the stairs to the boys' dorm, Lolita paused, hesitating. There was something undeniably wrong about intruding in a boys' dorm, but then again, Avis did it all the time. Maybe it wasn't such a weird thing?
She knocked sharply on the door, suddenly wishing she hadn't come. What if Troy looked like...like...ground meat or something? It would be so like life for it to run the only person she ever got along with through a shredder.