Room #142 - Parent's Weekend Refuge

[brambless.livejournal.com]

Tara's door is wide open. Laid out on the dining room table are fairy bread, blueberry muffins, three different colours of play dough, a pile of white t-shirts and some fabric paint.

She is puttering around the kitchen, readying ingredients for omlettes.

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[not-an-ex-demon.livejournal.com]

ooc: ACK! Anya mun thought she visited Tera's refugee earlier in the day. *Realizes that was just a poster post.* May stop by anyway w/ D'Hoffryn later if that's o.k.

[lightningsword.livejournal.com]

A small black cat pads in, looking for his owner. "Meow?"

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

Lisa walks up to Tara's door, clutching a pillow and wearing PJs. "Hi, Professor? I'm Lisa, I live down the hall in 112. Can I ask you a favor?"

[brambless.livejournal.com]

"Sure, Lisa," Tara smiles. "I didn't realise there were any students on this floor. What do you need?"

[brambless.livejournal.com]

Tara drops to her knees, smiling delightedly and holding out her hand for the cat to sniff. "Hello, darling!" she coos. "Have you lost your family?"

[chasingangela]

[OOC: Is this what you mean by fairy bread? We don't have it in the states as far as I know. Unfortunately, because bread + sugar = yum.]

[lightningsword.livejournal.com]

"Meow!" Faithful turned his nose towards the food. "Meow meow!" It's not like Alanna's going to notice I'm missing, tonight. And the food smells good. "Meow!"


((Thoughts, he might talk later))

[brambless.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Yes. White bread, with hundreds and thousands stuck on by margarine. You don't have it? OMG, that's the saddest thing ever. We don't get Halloween in Australia, so I've been all mournful about people's Halloween celebrations, but every child's birthday party has fairy bread. Go make some for yourself, right now. It's fantastic.]

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

"Not very many, and we're mostly quiet. Alanna and I are in 112. Harry and Archie in 115, Roy and Sora in 118, and there's a guy in 101 but I've never met him. We're down by the abandoned dark room." She realizes she is rambling a bit. "My roommate, the aforementioned Alanna, has her boyfriend in town for the weekend, and I wanted to give them some privacy, but the common room scares me a little bit. I'm a little skittish when it comes to the gremlins, personal reasons. I saw that you were home... do you think I could sleep on your floor for a few hours?"

[brambless.livejournal.com]

"Hungry, huh?" Tara grins and stands up, smearing a small slab of butter onto a plate. "My kitty always loved butter. You start on that, and I'll see if I can find something for you." She cocks her head. "How are you with eggs?"

[lightningsword.livejournal.com]

"Meow!" Faithful made it very clear that he liked eggs and began to work on the butter. "Meeeeow."

[lightningsword.livejournal.com]

Faithful's ears perked up at his mistresses name but he continued eating his butter. She definetly won't be missing me tonight.

[brambless.livejournal.com]

Tara grins, nodding. "Take the bed, Lisa. It's going to be a long weekend, and I'll be up for a long while yet. Do you need anything?"

[brambless.livejournal.com]

Please do!

[not-an-ex-demon.livejournal.com]

We will see you after we eat then!

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

"Oh no, that's okay. I can sleep anywhere, really, I wouldn't dream of asking you for your bed."

[brambless.livejournal.com]

"Eggs it is then," she grins, pouring some of the batter she's made into the frypan, and turning when she hears Lisa at the doorway (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhighdorms/220012.html?thread=7924332#t7924332).

[ooc: because I'm a continuity junkie.]

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

[conathon.livejournal.com]

[lightningsword.livejournal.com]

"Meow!" Faithful goes back to his butter. If one was to listen very very closely, they might have heard something that sounded like: "Eggs sound very nice. And some milk and fish as well. Jon wouldn't know how to take care of a cat if it bit him in the hand. Which I did." Or maybe like a lot of meowing.

[brambless.livejournal.com]

Tara raises her eyebrows, smiling kindly. "You didn't ask, I offered. Besides, you can't sleep on the couch, because I'll be puttering around in here for a few hours yet. I'd keep you awake. It's okay, Lisa. Really."

[chasingangela]

{OOC: No Halloween? That's a tragedy. And I would make some fairy bread if I had either bread or sprinkles in the house, but I don't. *pouts*]

[brambless.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Do you get that in... wherever you are? Nutella and marshmallow fluff sandwiches are the most sinful party food ever.]

[brambless.livejournal.com]

[OOC: No Halloween, no Thanksgiving. It's a long, lonely road from Easter to Christmas. *Hands you fairy bread*]

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

"Thank you, I really appreciate it. And don't worry about me, I can sleep through anything." She nods and places her big fuzzy slippers by the door carefully, before getting into bed and falling asleep.