Room 511, Friday
If you think there were any Snickerdoodles left after yesterday, you obviously haven't met Francine Peters.
There were other cookies, of course. She'd have made them anyway, since she'd be a Big Sister to a new student starting tomorrow and she wanted to bring something to make them feel welcome, and ease them into the whole crazy experience of life in Fandom. There'd just be more cookies in the tin and less on Francine's bed, and she'd be a lot bouncier about the whole thing, if she wasn't worried sick.
As it was, even the baked goods were failing, and she'd actually dared to drag out The Book in the hope that the time she spent facepalming and hiding from even the most harmless-seeming pages -- gyaaaaah, the illustration at the beginning of the chapter on compatibility -- would serve to distract her.
It sort of worked, except for how it just made her worry in between the blushing that she might not ever get to try any of the things she was peeking at from between her fingers.
She meant to get up and shut the door fully, but well. Distracted.
[OOC: Open! But OMFG there will be book-hidey. Or at least attempts at book-hidey.]
There were other cookies, of course. She'd have made them anyway, since she'd be a Big Sister to a new student starting tomorrow and she wanted to bring something to make them feel welcome, and ease them into the whole crazy experience of life in Fandom. There'd just be more cookies in the tin and less on Francine's bed, and she'd be a lot bouncier about the whole thing, if she wasn't worried sick.
As it was, even the baked goods were failing, and she'd actually dared to drag out The Book in the hope that the time she spent facepalming and hiding from even the most harmless-seeming pages -- gyaaaaah, the illustration at the beginning of the chapter on compatibility -- would serve to distract her.
It sort of worked, except for how it just made her worry in between the blushing that she might not ever get to try any of the things she was peeking at from between her fingers.
She meant to get up and shut the door fully, but well. Distracted.
[OOC: Open! But OMFG there will be book-hidey. Or at least attempts at book-hidey.]