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[bitterbraeburn]

*Ms. Margaret Braeburn is sitting curled up with a copy of Wuthering Heights and a mug of hot chocolate, should anyone like to annoy visit her. She's got the intensely focused look of a slightly obsessive academic absorbed in a book, but that just means it'll be more fun when someone approaches and scares the hell out of her.*

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[matildahoney]

*Matilda happens to be walking by where she is sitting. She isn't one to pass by a book (even if someone else is reading it) so she cautiously peers over Ms. Braeburn's shoulder.*

[bitterbraeburn]

*It probably takes longer than it ought to for Margaret to notice her, but when she does she jumps, nearly spilling her hot chocolate, making a little startled sound* When did you get here?

[matildahoney]

*Matilda probably looks like a deer caught in the headlights.* Oh, I'm sorry! I was just walking by and saw that you were reading and couldn't help coming over to see what the book was.

[bitterbraeburn]

It's Wuthering Heights. Have you -- *pauses, realizing Matilda's age* -- of course you haven't read it, what am I saying?

[julietveiled]

Ronia can be as silent in her steps as any wild creature, when she chooses to be; this is one of those times. Soundlessly, she has come up behind Margaret, and has stood for a few moments, watching her curiously. When she speaks, it's completely out of the blue.

"What's that?"

Typist: Okay, I have a stupid little situation here... I was going to write this comment for Ronia, hellsgapharpy, but for some reason I couldn't remember her password. So I reset it... then realized I didn't know which email address I used for her journal. I remembered the password (I was misspelling something) but it's now reset. And the information about her email address is on my computer which completely croaked. In a few weeks and a hundred dollars, I can get my computer's hard drive - and find out which email it is - BUT, until then, apparently, I'm Ronia-less.

...My point is, I still wrote a comment, and, darn it, wanted to use her. XD So please forgive the typist-journal?

...Drat, my typist note was longer than the comment.

[bitterbraeburn]

*and this time, Margaret will spill her hot chocolate, all over her book, with a string of curses under her breath*

*taking a deep breath and setting the now half-full mug aside, she says* You really oughtn't sneak up on people.

Typist: XD Oh, dear. Well, hey, it works. Good luck with the computer situation.

[julietveiled]

"All right," Ronia says evenly. Not that that'll ever stop her. "What's that?" She points at the unfortunate, cocoa'd book.

[bitterbraeburn]

"It's Wuthering Heights," Margaret replies. "Now chocolate-flavoured."