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fandomhighdorms2006-08-31 11:21 am
Fourth Floor Common Room//Thursday Morning
Seras had taken the medicine that Ms. Poppins had given her before bed last night. It had, oddly enough, tasted just like gingerbeer. And, it seemed to be at least somewhat effective.
Seras still looked rather corpse-like, but her appetite was back. Which was a good thing because the two pairs of jeans that she hadn't cut up while under the impression that she was, in fact, an anarchist punkish rebel, were starting to bag at the waist.
Still clad in pajamas and wearing thick, though mismatched socks, she'd made her way down to the Common Room and fixed herself (and anyone else who cared for some) a large batch of apple cinnamon oatmeal with lots of brown sugar.
She was now curled up on the couch, dividing her attention between her breakfast, the old Errol Flynn movie that was on tv, and her copy of the London Times, circa 1993.
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Seras still looked rather corpse-like, but her appetite was back. Which was a good thing because the two pairs of jeans that she hadn't cut up while under the impression that she was, in fact, an anarchist punkish rebel, were starting to bag at the waist.
Still clad in pajamas and wearing thick, though mismatched socks, she'd made her way down to the Common Room and fixed herself (and anyone else who cared for some) a large batch of apple cinnamon oatmeal with lots of brown sugar.
She was now curled up on the couch, dividing her attention between her breakfast, the old Errol Flynn movie that was on tv, and her copy of the London Times, circa 1993.
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