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fandomhighdorms2009-12-04 06:30 pm
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Fourth floor common room- Friday evening
Mirax was loving the odd stuff this week. Sure, the egg nog shower was nothing she would ever discuss with anyone, and the elf costume hadn't been entirely flattering even if the bells on the shoes made a pretty noise, but the little Christmas tress had been nicely festive, and as the day went on, finding ornaments everywhere had become sort of like a game.
So while the TV was on for noise, Mirax was finding reasons to get up every now and then and check inside a drawer or something. She was amassing quite the little pile of stuff on the coffee table. And she didn't even know what Christmas was.
[Sooooo open.]
So while the TV was on for noise, Mirax was finding reasons to get up every now and then and check inside a drawer or something. She was amassing quite the little pile of stuff on the coffee table. And she didn't even know what Christmas was.
[Sooooo open.]

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Griff and his book were heading to the sixth floor but the call of the television was strong so he popped to see who was hanging out. Aaaand then he spotted the loot and frowned. "Plenty of ornaments in here, then?"
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She thought of this all right this second. Scary, huh?
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Well, not for his clothes to participate, at least.
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