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fandomhighdorms2007-08-07 06:34 pm
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The Hallway Outside Room 420, Late Tuesday Night (9:30 onward)
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.[
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.[