3rd Floor Common Room; Wednesday Afternoon

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Isobel had some time to kill between classes and cheerleading practice.  She hadn't had much luck in tracking down information on the artifacts though she could sense them.  So she was here again making notes and wondering where to go from here.



[OOC: Open for anyone who wants to run into Witch!Lana.  NFB, please, except for who was here.]

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[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka stared at her, dropped the remote, and clucked nervously.

The thought I should have known better than to pick a fight with a girl flashed across his mind, and then... well, nothing else did.

"Cluck. Buck. Buck-GAWK!"

He hopped up onto the top of the sofa, fluttering his arms, and started nervously preening his shirt and clucking softly to himself.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"Now go!" she commanded. "Bother someone else. Ave!"

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka flapped his arms, jumped off the couch, and completely failed to fly.

"BRAAWWWWK!"

He jumped and fluttered a few more times, and then settled for running off, with his arms held out and his nose down close to the ground.

He stopped at the entrance to the stairwell and scratched at the floor with his foot for a while -- because even chickens have priorities, dammit -- and then ran off to look for someone to bother.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Isobel laughed herself over to the remote control and turned off the noisy box. That would teach him to mess with his betters. Too bad she couldn't let him remember who had taught him the lesson.