The Hallway Outside Room 420, Late Tuesday Night (9:30 onward)

[ladycfitzgerald.livejournal.com]

Anne had a stack of books spread out on the blankets from her bed, which she'd arranged into a sort of impromptu bedroll on the floor just outside her room, and was seated primly in her nightgown, reading away.

It was a safe guess that she'd heard the announcement and reacted in a rather . . . spiteful manner. Her hair might have been back to normal by now, but it was still red -- and she still had the temperament that stereotypically went with red hair.

She had absolutely no intention of setting foot inside her room until morning.

[OOC: Impromptu campout, woo! Open for any other curfew-breakers who happen to be on the fourth floor. Or, you know, happen to wander this way.[

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[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco had been debating sleeping outside just to mock the stupid new rule when he spotted the girl already camping out in the hallway. "I don't think I know you." He said and tried to grin cutely.

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Somehow, he reminded her just a bit of Gilbert Blythe when he grinned like that, and Anne had to quash an instinctive urge to turn up her nose at him. It might have been awfully bold in Avonlea, but didn't seem to be the case in Fandom.

"Likewise," she answered, just the tiniest bit primly. "Anne Shirley -- and you are?"

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco didn't notice any of this and plopped down on the floor next to Anne. "Marco, not Polo. Pleasure to meet you Anne Shirley."

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"The pleasure is mine," returned Anne courteously, extending a hand to him. "I suppose you've heard the announcement about the curfew? I wouldn't ordinarily think anything of it except that I'm already quite sure the principal isn't in her right mind, and, well, here I am."

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco shook the offered hand, because he was from the 21st century. "I did. I was debating camping out, since the new rool is hilariously bad. I think our principal missed her true calling as a stand up comedian."

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"She missed her calling as a back-hallway umbrella stand, if you ask me," Anne said scornfully. "Telling everyone one of the students is a liar . . . all these ridiculous educational decrees . . . Miss Stacy never had anything like that in place, and she ran Avonlea School just beautifully because she wasn't a hateful, horrid, two-faced toad!"

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

"She wouldn't make a good umbrella stand, too round." Marco pointed out and scooted to sit by the wall. "What's the students name again? I feel like all the best stories will be coming from her. Personal experience or did you get all this from her announcements?"

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"Oh, well, an end table then," Anne amended. "Or some sort of furniture. But the sort one would put in one's least-used garret bedroom, the farthest away from where company would spend the night. The sort of unsightly heirloom furniture one is saddled with but keeps out of view."

She picked up the top book from her stack and ran her fingertips absently down the spine. "That Woman --" this with inexpressible amounts of scorn invested in the very clear capital letters -- "put a spell on me, or so Cedric says, to make my hair grow awfully thick and horrible. It's finally gone away, but I don't think that's acceptable behavior for a teacher at all, do you?"

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

"I think she'd make a good dresser. Just about the right shape." Marco decided. "She er, put a spell on you to make your hair thick?" He avoided all the jokes that popped into his head.

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Which was just as well, as Anne didn't have anything breakable on hand to smash over his head if he'd made any of those jokes, and it would have been a terrible wasted opportunity.

"And my eyebrows," Anne said, freckles standing out on her cheeks as she paled with indignation. "All because I reminded her of someone she didn't like who had red hair. Ugh -- I wouldn't put castoff clothes I didn't like in a dresser that looked like That Woman!"

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco didn't snicker, really. "Even if there were pnik castoffs?"

[ladycfitzgerald.livejournal.com]

"There was nothing wrong with the color pink until I saw her wearing it, and decorating her office with it," declared Anne heatedly.

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

"I don't know, I always thought pink to be sinester. It's sitting there, all cheerful and stuff. Looking innocent and girl, no offense. You just know it's plotting something."

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"I suppose one could see it that way," Anne admitted. "I know I certainly can, particularly after meeting Principal Umbridge. Isn't it just so tragic that she's actually been able to make me lose my taste for the color entirely? I shall never be able to look at anything pink in the same way again, and now I am going to feel like it's sinister instead of welcoming. I feel betrayed by it, and it's not in the least bit romantic, which makes me feel worse about the whole thing."