Room 303, Monday night
Walter was going for the novel option of sleeping on his own tonight. He was sore, but he'd been in worse shape before. He was starting to think that the scratches Nadia's cat had left in his ankles were the worst wounds of the great superball battle.
Maybe he'd consider wearing socks.
Nahhh.
The day had been almost more fun than should be legal. Come to think of it, part of the day probably hadn't been legal.
He, Pip, and Pippi had temporarily liberated some grindylows from Miss Skeeter and relocated them to the pool to encourage Principal Smith to leave his office for some redecorating and catering. It had worked perfectly.
Strangely, the principal had had no comment on the matter. Walter could only hope that Smith had appreciated the pies.
He still hadn't found time to see Angel and that was frustrating him. It was his own fault for running around having fun instead of taking his obligations seriously. He made a promise to himself to keep the hijinks to a minimum for a few days.
[ooc: for Angel's player, Walter's frustrated, not me. Just so's ya know.]
Maybe he'd consider wearing socks.
Nahhh.
The day had been almost more fun than should be legal. Come to think of it, part of the day probably hadn't been legal.
He, Pip, and Pippi had temporarily liberated some grindylows from Miss Skeeter and relocated them to the pool to encourage Principal Smith to leave his office for some redecorating and catering. It had worked perfectly.
Strangely, the principal had had no comment on the matter. Walter could only hope that Smith had appreciated the pies.
He still hadn't found time to see Angel and that was frustrating him. It was his own fault for running around having fun instead of taking his obligations seriously. He made a promise to himself to keep the hijinks to a minimum for a few days.
[ooc: for Angel's player, Walter's frustrated, not me. Just so's ya know.]