The Roof [Monday, Very Early Morning]

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

After this weekend, was it really surprising that Effy still couldn’t sleep? It was better here, better not being so alone... But every time she closed her eyes it was still burning children, dead and deformed monsters, and maniacs wielding six foot long swords.

The roof was a sort of sanctuary for her. Quiet, open, free, and she slipped away from Alex, still wearing just the oversized t-shirt she’d been sleeping in, and came up to let the air clear her head. The thought of getting properly dressed for this barely crossed her mind.

She curled up on the edge of the roof, arms wrapped around her balled up form, shirt over her knees and toes just over the edge, and stared out across the island in an almost trance-like state.

[[Roof of angst and emo can be open ofc, but I’m on extreme work-related SP until this afternoon!]]

Fifth Floor Common Room [evening]

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla, after coming back from days of not remembering a thing, the horror, decided that an excellent way to make herself--and possibly the rest of the student body, judging by the pile of cookies stacking up nearby--feel better was to bake.

If only Rilla were better at baking.

Fortunately, another wicker basket from home was taking up most of a table and it was packed to the brim with moddable baked goods from Prince Edward Island. And those were guaranteed to be delicious.

Rilla's attempt at shortbread....not so much.

[OOC: Open!]