2nd Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

[crimson_sister]

It must be the strange day she had had yesterday, because Lucille's sleep had been interrupted by bad dreams. They had involved the past, an imagined future here and a mingling of the two, all of it disturbing. Late in the morning she had decided that a cup of tea would be the best way to remind her of familiar comforts and so she was now rummaging through the cupboards of the common room kitchen, trying to make sense of the appliances. How come even boiling water would be impossible? Where did one light the stove and where was the firewood? Her mood was in no way improving.

[Open, of course! Because I can put up a common room post, yay!]