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Week Name/Date/Time: 'This is Rather Not Good"/Saturday September 30th/ 10:22 PM
Location: Gryffindor Common Room
Open to: Andy
Currently Involving: Lou-bird
A calm Fi was a good Fi.
And whereever that Fi was, Louvika Hawkins didn't know, but she hoped that she was, indeed, calm again. For some reason, the shock of her final dormmate lying dead on the place where she normally ate breakfast hadn't yet sunk into Lou's bones. She'd felt more worried for the sanity of her classmates-- particular Fionnabhar, whom she'd taken to be not only her protege, but her best friend. In anycase, Lou had yet to shed a tear for her empty (and also even more uninhabitable THAN EVER) dorm. All these past two days she'd spent rubbing the backs of first and second years, exchanging a correspondence with her mother to assure her she was okay, and talking to Fi about Quidditch to stop her from remembering.
But now it was Lou time. She sat, stretched out on the sofa she'd taken to using as a bed, in a pair of pajamas that were rather against uniform. A couple third year boys were giggling and looking very red-faced from where they sat at one of the desks, but Lou ignored them-- the Common Room was now her room, and she could dress anyway she wanted in it!
Even if that meant wearing a rather low-cut night-dress. The fantastic shade of blue suited her, everyone had always said!
Well, the giggling was starting to get annoying.
"Go to bed!" she finally scolded the boys, waving her wand drastically at them. Their books (long-forgotten) zoomed up the stairwell to the boys dormitories and the boys, scowling, went after them.
Under different circumstance, Lou might've giggled. She was no Prefect, but she certainly had authority around this House!
Now sitting in a very ladylike manner, she tucked her knees beneath her and went back to her 'educational' novel, Sir Buckingham Worthershire's Mistress. On the cover flounced a very pretty witch in low-cut robes, a handsome wizard with flowing brown hair and a ripped-open shirt pulling her into his grasp.
Location: Gryffindor Common Room
Open to: Andy
Currently Involving: Lou-bird
A calm Fi was a good Fi.
And whereever that Fi was, Louvika Hawkins didn't know, but she hoped that she was, indeed, calm again. For some reason, the shock of her final dormmate lying dead on the place where she normally ate breakfast hadn't yet sunk into Lou's bones. She'd felt more worried for the sanity of her classmates-- particular Fionnabhar, whom she'd taken to be not only her protege, but her best friend. In anycase, Lou had yet to shed a tear for her empty (and also even more uninhabitable THAN EVER) dorm. All these past two days she'd spent rubbing the backs of first and second years, exchanging a correspondence with her mother to assure her she was okay, and talking to Fi about Quidditch to stop her from remembering.
But now it was Lou time. She sat, stretched out on the sofa she'd taken to using as a bed, in a pair of pajamas that were rather against uniform. A couple third year boys were giggling and looking very red-faced from where they sat at one of the desks, but Lou ignored them-- the Common Room was now her room, and she could dress anyway she wanted in it!
Even if that meant wearing a rather low-cut night-dress. The fantastic shade of blue suited her, everyone had always said!
Well, the giggling was starting to get annoying.
"Go to bed!" she finally scolded the boys, waving her wand drastically at them. Their books (long-forgotten) zoomed up the stairwell to the boys dormitories and the boys, scowling, went after them.
Under different circumstance, Lou might've giggled. She was no Prefect, but she certainly had authority around this House!
Now sitting in a very ladylike manner, she tucked her knees beneath her and went back to her 'educational' novel, Sir Buckingham Worthershire's Mistress. On the cover flounced a very pretty witch in low-cut robes, a handsome wizard with flowing brown hair and a ripped-open shirt pulling her into his grasp.