Room 511, Friday

[thatsamilkshake]

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

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[bitch_prince]

The door may have wavered open on a gust of wind. Arthur still took the courtesy of knocking-- on the edge of the doorframe, that is, as he glanced inside. "Francine, I've spoken to Lady Zoe--"

[thatsamilkshake]

"Agyackgyahh!" Or syllables to that effect, as The Book went flying out of Francine's hands and onto the floor. And then there was diving. With much grace and dexterity. Or not.

[bitch_prince]

There were times when Arthur wondered if Merlin and Francine's little tryst wasn't made altogether more sordid by the fact that they were clearly seperated at birth.

This was one of those moments. "Nevermind," he told the room, as the door had now fully opened, "I can come back at another time."

And then his eyes fell on The Book.

[thatsamilkshake]

Which was immediately clutched to Francine's chest. She was hoping with the cover side in, but she didn't dare look. "What, no, hi what um?"