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Who: Dame Petronilla/OPEN
What: Petronilla had a bad weekend. Cue crying in a corner.
Where: The library (but only because it's so BIG and quiet. Reading is for squares.)
When: Tuesday night
Warnings? WE'LL SEE.
Ruined. All of her nice gowns had been ruined thanks to that foreign sorceress' little temper tantrum over the weekend. Her cabin too. Everything was scorched, broken, or torn to pieces, and sadly, so was she.
She didn't trust the people in the infirmary though. Oh no. She wasn't going to see some physician. Besides, that's where Svetlana spent some of her time working, and why would she willingly walk into a place that her warden frequented? It wasn't safe. She wasn't even sure their methods were medically sound.
Wearing her peasant rags, the only clothing that had been spared during the curse, Petronilla hobbled into the library and disappeared into the stacks. No one would go looking for her in here - certainly not any of Svetlana's friends, and that's exactly what she wanted. She found herself a nice corner to hide herself in, then brought her legs up to her chest and rested her chin on her knees. Truth be told, she felt every bit as pathetic as she knew she looked. She was injured, alone, and just a little scared.
Since she was alone, Petronilla allowed herself to quietly weep.
What: Petronilla had a bad weekend. Cue crying in a corner.
Where: The library (but only because it's so BIG and quiet. Reading is for squares.)
When: Tuesday night
Warnings? WE'LL SEE.
Ruined. All of her nice gowns had been ruined thanks to that foreign sorceress' little temper tantrum over the weekend. Her cabin too. Everything was scorched, broken, or torn to pieces, and sadly, so was she.
She didn't trust the people in the infirmary though. Oh no. She wasn't going to see some physician. Besides, that's where Svetlana spent some of her time working, and why would she willingly walk into a place that her warden frequented? It wasn't safe. She wasn't even sure their methods were medically sound.
Wearing her peasant rags, the only clothing that had been spared during the curse, Petronilla hobbled into the library and disappeared into the stacks. No one would go looking for her in here - certainly not any of Svetlana's friends, and that's exactly what she wanted. She found herself a nice corner to hide herself in, then brought her legs up to her chest and rested her chin on her knees. Truth be told, she felt every bit as pathetic as she knew she looked. She was injured, alone, and just a little scared.
Since she was alone, Petronilla allowed herself to quietly weep.