Fifth Floor Common Room; Friday Afternoon [ 06/25 ].

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Some people might be a little tired after day filled with exploring rainforests and paint fights, but not Ariel. Such things could only energy her and cause her already effervescent mood even brighter. Still slightly paint-splattered, she had taken a big notebook and one of those floofy pens with the feathers on the end (how could anyone not love those?) and danced down to the common room. She flopped ceremoniously on the couch and put her feet up on the coffee table before opening up to a fresh new page.

She bit her lip, thinking, pink puff of her pen tapping her chin.

And then she got to work. She'd had, of course, a brilliant breakthrough. She had a date on Wednesday, and it would not do to just sit there and wait for it! She had to exacerbate things, to better rise above the challenge of her curse and get that kiss. Christian was super cute, and he was a writer, so the solution was so obvious:

Love letters!

Oh, these were going to be good!


[[ open common room is open, and lord only knows that the more help Ariel gets, the better these will be. mwa ha ha ]]