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]

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.