Fifth Floor Common Room, Late Late Thursday Night

After getting home after Caritas closed, and promising Bel and Phoebe that no, really, he was only going across the hall tonight and he wasn't going to be drinking and he wasn't going to get into trouble really and he'd be home soon, Anders ducked into the suite's kitchenette long enough to grab his cupcake-baking equipment and the ingredients he'd oh so handwavily picked up.

Said paraphernalia was then promptly hustled down the hall to the common room and set up in the kitchen there. Just add water, and one co-conspirator, and he expected the results to be spectacular.

Or at least, very, very satisfying.

. . . he might have been less than entirely truthful about not getting into trouble.

Maybe.

[OOC: Anders is here for Ronan, but hey, common room, come on in.]

[identity profile] blackmagic-eve.livejournal.com 2007-08-17 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Eve just stared at him in a very "..."-like fashion. "She visited Umbridge? Why the frakking hell did she do that?"

Aw, the stuff you picked up from your siblings.

[identity profile] blackmagic-eve.livejournal.com 2007-08-17 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"Okay, so this means..." Eve trailed off, frowning. "If Umbridge fucked with her head, then... that means a spelll probably."

[identity profile] blackmagic-eve.livejournal.com 2007-08-17 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"I haven't seen her since... last night? This morning? Can't remember. But it's been a little while, anyway..."