Fifth Floor Common Room [evening]

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla, after coming back from days of not remembering a thing, the horror, decided that an excellent way to make herself--and possibly the rest of the student body, judging by the pile of cookies stacking up nearby--feel better was to bake.

If only Rilla were better at baking.

Fortunately, another wicker basket from home was taking up most of a table and it was packed to the brim with moddable baked goods from Prince Edward Island. And those were guaranteed to be delicious.

Rilla's attempt at shortbread....not so much.

[OOC: Open!]

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[isntabitpretty.livejournal.com]

"I don't suppose," Sara asked from the doorway, "you learned all the secrets of baking while you were away?"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Sara!" Rilla exclaimed. "I am so glad to see you!"

She looked disappointed. "And no."

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"You are all right, aren't you?" cried Sara, hurrying across the room as quickly as was dignified. "Oh, it was absolutely dreadful while you were gone; it's probably all for the best that you missed it."

The second answer, though, had her eyeing the cookies dubiously.

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"There's strawberry preserves from home that save them," Rilla assured her, "or at least cover up what I did. And what did I miss? Was it quite thrilling? Or horrifying? Or both?"

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"It was horrifying." Sara dropped her voice to a low, chilly whisper on the last word, eyes wide. "The most awful creatures ever were roaming everywhere, and pieces of the island were simply -- ceasing -- to -- be!"

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Rilla's toes curled in her smart little boots. "I think my blood just curdled," she whispered back.

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"It would have frozen in your veins, if you'd heard some of the laughing shadows," replied Sara, who really ought to exercise more judiciousness about using that low, creepy whisper. "Or the great awful reeking swamps where pieces of the island used to be!"

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Rilla shivered. "I heard the laughing shadows!" she replied. "And there was a creature the size of my head lying in wait under my hat!"

Rilla had a flair for the dramatic as well.

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"Those horrid roaches?" Somehow, Sara managed to pronounce the word and make it sound like the skittering of insect legs across the floor. "Oh, it got ever so much worse!"

Stop helping, Sara.

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Rilla shivered. "How?"

Don't ask these things, Rilla.

[isntabitpretty.livejournal.com]

Sara had to share a room with Rilla; she might come to regret this in a few hours.

"There were --" and here she dropped her voice to a guttural whisper -- "skinless dogs who could have been the Old Nick's hunting hounds, and shrieking lizard-birds, and hideous armored crabs with great scythe-like claws, and lurching, faceless, armless men."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

It was a good thing Rilla was made of sterner stuff than, say, Sara Ray or she would have passed out right there on the floor.

As it was, Sara would be having a terrified bedmate for the night not dirty, shhh, it's Edwardian.

Rilla let out a little shriek and clapped her hands over her mouth, horrified.