Second floor common room, Friday afternoon after classes

[notalender]

Arietty had spent her non-class time over the course of the week exploring between the walls of the dorms. She'd worked out the best path from her room down to the lobby (through the vent was fastest, but slipping through the hole in the back of the closet and climbing the series of loose nails down the studs avoided more of the angry green things with lots of teeth) and started working on ideas on how she could get back and forth between the school and the dorm in less than an hour (she was a teenager, after all, she wanted to get to sleep in some time). She'd completely failed to find any holes that would send her back to the Underground, though. She seemed to be stuck here for the time being, and was determined to make the most of it. Which meant it was time to start setting up her house.

And that meant it was time to go Borrowing.

The big common room at the end of the hallway seemed like a good place to start. She knew she was supposed to wait until after dark, but she was impatient, and besides, all the beans so far had been Jameses rather than Professor Mildeyes. She was sure that she'd be just fine, even if she got caught.

Which would be how she ended up climbing up the side of a cabinet in the kitchen area of the common room in the middle of the afternoon. If she could find a stick of jerky up there, she could live like a queen for the rest of the summer!

[ooc: common room is ooooooooopen.]

2nd Floor Common Room, Friday Morning

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie had deemed it too hot to go outside if she didn't have to, today. So, why she'd chosen to spend a chunk of her morning by the stove, which was known for its heat-generating capabilities, was anyone's guess. Sometimes cravings were counterproductive, maybe, or maybe she was just contrary by nature.

In any case, the end result was a hearty stack of pancakes on a plate on the kitchen counter. Natalie herself was curled up on the sofa, balancing her Economics II textbook in her lap while eating some pancakes with maple syrup and ice cream. Having lost the first four days of the term, she had a little bit of catching up to do to get back on schedule with her independent classes. She had considered getting in touch with the teachers whose actual classes she'd missed but, knowing how rare homework was at this school, had decided against it. It could wait.

The textbooks could be all for this week. Textbooks and pancakes.

[ooc: Open!]