Rm 409, Friday afternoon into evening
So, after finding out that she wasn't Mr. Tennant's favorite anymore (which she could rub in Cal's face, because she knew she never had been) she hobbled back to her room and decided to take five minutes to be pissy over the fact that she wasn't Mr. Tennant's favorite anymore, dammit. Whatever. She was sure Dinah would make a great Harry.
Pfft.
Whatever.
She flounced on her bed, careful of her ankle, and turned on TV. Meta for Shaun of the Dead was playing and she settled down to watch, ignoring the fact that she was mad at a few particular people. Geeze. She was damn glad it was the weekend.
[Open, sure. Just for Liir, pls.]
Pfft.
Whatever.
She flounced on her bed, careful of her ankle, and turned on TV. Meta for Shaun of the Dead was playing and she settled down to watch, ignoring the fact that she was mad at a few particular people. Geeze. She was damn glad it was the weekend.
[Open, sure. Just for Liir, pls.]