Feb 24, 2009 09:03
Eleanor was curled up in a chair, nose in a book with a cup of hot tea nearby. There was more tea available on the stove and a package of cookies. (fortunately, purchased cookies and not anything she had attempted to bake)
She'd been sick the past week or so handwavily to cover for mun's abscence and was just now feeling up to entertaining company. Of course, this week she would have to ask her teachers to excuse her for her recent abscences from class.
(open like an open thing)
jason kent,
main house common room,
faith,
eleanor robinson