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new-to-liirness.livejournal.com) wrote in
fandomhighdorms2008-03-22 01:19 pm
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third floor common room - saturday afternoon - 3/22
He didn't want to sit in Andrew's room since Andrew needed the rest and he was... restless. He couldn't go back to his own.
But he had something he had to work on.
It wasn't his homework or his magic study; those would not have resulted in the grim expression on his face. It was a letter, a letter he had to write to someone who held the singular honor of being the only non-stone being that Liir could honestly say he loathed.
It didn't help that they might be related. In fact, that made things considerably worse.
As such, he was curled up in one of the corners, notebook in hand (for a rough draft; he wouldn't send a notebook page back to Oz, after all!), scribbling out opening lines. For the moment, they were venomously polite but he'd had to scratch out a few cuss words that'd slipped out from the nib of his pen as well.
This was going to take a while.
[open as common rooms are]
But he had something he had to work on.
It wasn't his homework or his magic study; those would not have resulted in the grim expression on his face. It was a letter, a letter he had to write to someone who held the singular honor of being the only non-stone being that Liir could honestly say he loathed.
It didn't help that they might be related. In fact, that made things considerably worse.
As such, he was curled up in one of the corners, notebook in hand (for a rough draft; he wouldn't send a notebook page back to Oz, after all!), scribbling out opening lines. For the moment, they were venomously polite but he'd had to scratch out a few cuss words that'd slipped out from the nib of his pen as well.
This was going to take a while.
[open as common rooms are]
