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Week Name/Date/Time: "Under Your Spell"/Saturday September 24, 2005/Morning, after Breakfast
Location: 7th Floor Corridor
Open To: Emilia
Currently Involving: Ophelia, Emilia
This week had been very busy and very very irritating. Ophelia had gotten caught by a professor not only once, but twice. It was a record she most definitely did not want to repeat. Next week would be LOVELY, for there HAD to be at least jam at the breakfast table. Something that had been sadly lacking for the past 5 days or so. Suddenly remembering her sad, undernourished breakfast of toast and butter, Ophelia clutched at her stomach and her skipping soon turned sluggish. She felt faint, she probably had caught something from that mudblood's touching her socks.
Stumbling over to the wall to lean against it for support, Ophelia hit a doorknob instead. Well, might as well open it, perhaps there'd be a sofa for her to lay miserably upon. She opened the door, and well, there was no sofa, but the sight was still jaw-dropping. Her brain fizzed a little as she looked upon shelves and shelves full of, what else, jam.
Location: 7th Floor Corridor
Open To: Emilia
Currently Involving: Ophelia, Emilia
This week had been very busy and very very irritating. Ophelia had gotten caught by a professor not only once, but twice. It was a record she most definitely did not want to repeat. Next week would be LOVELY, for there HAD to be at least jam at the breakfast table. Something that had been sadly lacking for the past 5 days or so. Suddenly remembering her sad, undernourished breakfast of toast and butter, Ophelia clutched at her stomach and her skipping soon turned sluggish. She felt faint, she probably had caught something from that mudblood's touching her socks.
Stumbling over to the wall to lean against it for support, Ophelia hit a doorknob instead. Well, might as well open it, perhaps there'd be a sofa for her to lay miserably upon. She opened the door, and well, there was no sofa, but the sight was still jaw-dropping. Her brain fizzed a little as she looked upon shelves and shelves full of, what else, jam.