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Yamanaka Ino ([personal profile] intraspective) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2007-10-12 08:17 am

In Front of the Dorms, Friday Mid-Morning

After class Ino wandered outside to sit on the lawn, and settled down to try and think of a way to write to her dad and tell him she really didn't want him to come for Parents Weekend. Sure, she wanted him to find out about the Yondaime but... other things? Not so much.

Judging from the tone of his letters Ino doubted she'd have much luck. Maybe she'd get lucky and he'd be sent out on a mission?

She also kept getting distracted by the group of wee knights who were plotting to take over the steps. At least, that's what she guessed they were planning from the amount of arm waving and pointing that was going on.

[Open!]

[identity profile] bookyeve.livejournal.com 2007-10-13 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
Gulp. "That's good," Evie said weakly. "About the not-killing." The tangle of loyalties there seemed a much worse risk, though. "There's no chance your father will find out soon?"

[identity profile] bookyeve.livejournal.com 2007-10-13 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Ahh. I see. That does make sense." Evie tilted her head. "No one here would tell him, correct? I mean, your father doesn't know anyone who would write and mention it? So if he doesn't come to Parents' Weekend, You *should* be all right."

The knights now came together with a clash of tiny armor and steel, whapping and hacking at each other and shooting arrows back and forth. "Oh, dear...."


[and I zonk out for sleep. SP tomorrow?]

[identity profile] bookyeve.livejournal.com 2007-10-13 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'll keep my fingers crossed for you," Evie promised, then looked back at the now-battling knights. "I really do think we should, some of them are bound to get hurt." She stuck one leg out to make a barrier, much to the annoyance of a few knights who tried to get their horses to jump it, with no success.

[identity profile] bookyeve.livejournal.com 2007-10-13 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"He certainly shan't hear any differently from me," Evie said with determination, then sighed as the knights ducked from the hairband, retreating off a little ways to shake lances at them, looking annoyed. She put out her other leg to thwart them, and watched the knights work out that she was going to remain and obstacle, and pull back outside of her reach. They seemed to be intently discussing their options. With the occasional arrow shot over at the other side as practice, perhaps.