Conversations in a castle ((Closed RP))
The early hours of the morning found Claire Tourneur sitting cross-legged in a hallway, having an intimate conversation with a pretty girl in a portrait. The girl would point out other portraits across the hall, and tell Claire all about their comings and goings. Claire found it fascinating.
After leaving Slytherin, she hadn't wanted to return to Hufflepuff. In some room or another she'd found a couch to stretch out on, and dozed for a few short hours. Now that the sun was rising and people were stirring, she'd headed back in the direction of her dorm, eager to meet her neighbors.
She was just outside the door when she'd stopped to chat with a portrait close to the floor. So there she was, wearing a man's sweater and smoking a stolen cigarette, talking to an oil painting. Claire looked exhausted, and her blond curls hung around her face. But she brightened when the door opened, and a familiar face stepped out.
"Nick!" She waved enthusiastically. "Comment vas-tu?"
After leaving Slytherin, she hadn't wanted to return to Hufflepuff. In some room or another she'd found a couch to stretch out on, and dozed for a few short hours. Now that the sun was rising and people were stirring, she'd headed back in the direction of her dorm, eager to meet her neighbors.
She was just outside the door when she'd stopped to chat with a portrait close to the floor. So there she was, wearing a man's sweater and smoking a stolen cigarette, talking to an oil painting. Claire looked exhausted, and her blond curls hung around her face. But she brightened when the door opened, and a familiar face stepped out.
"Nick!" She waved enthusiastically. "Comment vas-tu?"