Monday Evening, Room 308
It wasn't the best day she'd had in a while. Hamlet was gone again, and she had no idea how to help him. Or if he'd even be able to stay in touch. And what if he was stuck here, some sort of Unsent? Shouldn't she be asking Yunie to Send him? Except ... she didn't really want him to go. Wasn't that nice and selfish of her.
Rikku had found some books on ghosts in the library and was trying to read them, but the words were all blurring together. She felt tired and drained and maybe she just needed to find her Jude-dude and scream or cry or something else stupid and weak for a bit. Not that it mattered; Jude was still in Canada.
At least Crookshanks was being friendly. Very few things were quite as soothing as a purring lump of fur plopping itself down on the book you were kinda trying to read.
(door is closed, post is open)
Rikku had found some books on ghosts in the library and was trying to read them, but the words were all blurring together. She felt tired and drained and maybe she just needed to find her Jude-dude and scream or cry or something else stupid and weak for a bit. Not that it mattered; Jude was still in Canada.
At least Crookshanks was being friendly. Very few things were quite as soothing as a purring lump of fur plopping itself down on the book you were kinda trying to read.
(door is closed, post is open)