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water-wonder.livejournal.com) wrote in
fandomhighdorms2007-08-08 08:00 pm
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Third Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening
Tori plopped herself down onto the couch, a pen and notebook in hand. Every other minute or so, she would jot something down and then go back to staring into space.
She might've been plotting ways to annoy a certain someone with a fetish for pink. Maybe.
[OOC: Open! I is bored. Come play, please? I have cookies!]
She might've been plotting ways to annoy a certain someone with a fetish for pink. Maybe.
[OOC: Open! I is bored. Come play, please? I have cookies!]

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They would need to have a utility belt...
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He was, after all, the artist here. He'd know. And it was a purely professional, artistic interest. Yup.
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Umbridge was going down.
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