Third Floor Common Room - Sunday Afternoon

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Cordelia had taken over the center of one of the common room couches, her manicure set spread out before her on the coffee table. On the television was a cycle four marathon of one of the Top Model shows, and Tyra had just finished her meltdown during judging.

She wasn't giving up the remote to anyone.

3rd floor stairwell [evening]

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When one was a baby cat, one found ways to entertain oneself.

Like, for instance, by chasing little fluttery things (or dust bunnies) along floors. Aravis found that when she was a leopard cub, she was worlds more interested in dust than normally. It was one such dust bunny that led her bouncing along the stairs between the third and fourth floors, trying to nab the fuzzy little thing.

Right as she reached the landing of the third floor, comic timing had its way with poor Aravis. And such was how she came to be crouched, naked, in the stairwell.

She would have screeched obscenities, but she didn't really have words to truly convey how awful this was. So she just screeched, period, doing her best to use her hair to cover...what she could, before attempting to bolt up the stairs to her room.

[...I was dared. People are TOTALLY WELCOME to interact with the shrieking naked girl, yes.]