Second Floor Common Room

Rory toddled out to the common room with LWB III, Holly, and several other dolls and stuffed toys with her. She also had a soft pink blankie.

She plopped onto the floor approximately a foot from the television, and began to watch Itchy and Scratchy, intermittently giggling around her thumb, which was firmly lodged in her mouth.


[ooc: So, Rory was bitten by a gremlin earlier. She now thinks she's about three or four years old. She still looks like she's seventeen, though, in spite of the icon. Also, she'll recognize people, but only if you're someone she knows pretty well. And don't expect her to process a whole lot. Rory was a very precocious toddler, but there's a limit, really.]

[identity profile] agent-principal.livejournal.com 2005-12-30 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm putting this in your permanent recond, Miss Gilmore. When you request recommendations to college, I shall report that you enjoy naps, tea parties and cartoons. Is that really what you had envisioned for the future?"

[identity profile] agent-principal.livejournal.com 2005-12-30 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
Smith raises an eyebrow. "What song would you envision us singing?"

[identity profile] agent-principal.livejournal.com 2005-12-30 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Miss Gilmore, if you are unable to act your age I envision a very unfortunate future for you at this school. A future involving detention. Lots of detention." Smith shakes his head. "I have no time to deal with children."

[identity profile] agent-principal.livejournal.com 2005-12-30 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
"I pray, for your own sake, that I shell see some outside cause for this lack of respect on the video feed of this room." Smith sniffs and mutters on his way out the door. The word "stench" may have been involved.