Fifth Floor Common Room [evening]

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla, after listening to the radio avidly for the last few days, had decided that the other candidates for Student Council had tapped out the baked goods bribery market, which was why she was seated at the table writing a series of very polite notes to the members of the sophomore class and tying blue (which were scary, but school colour-related!) and yellow carnations to each with a pair of blue and yellow ribbons.

Jims was snoozing in a wicker basket nearby, and pot of tea was waiting by the stove. She'd share with anyone who stopped in, but especially if you were a Soph.

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[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"And Quinn and Mr. Nelson and Miss Forbes have already tread that ground," Rilla mused. "That's why I chose flowers."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"You know, you can call them Caroline and..." Bruce hadn't studied the sophomore rosters closely enough aside from the people in his classes to fully remember Dave's name. "... whatever Nelson's first name is."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"But I don't really know them that well," Rilla said, "and it would be rude."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"I'm fairly certain that anyone your own age from this time won't mind," Bruce pointed out.

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"But I would!" Rilla flailed.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Okay, I won't press the issue," Bruce said. "And it is part of your charm."