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fandomhighdorms2012-02-15 12:14 pm
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Roof [Wednesday, Late Morning]
One thing that could definitely be said about the roof, was that it was nothing if not refreshing compared to spending time cooped up in her room. Kate had no classes today, and given how she felt this week, the common room didn’t feel like it was the right place to be spending her time either. What were the chances it would be busy up here, really?
She’d brought a book, in case boredom did set in, but it’d been set on the edge of the roof and abandoned there, when it failed to hold her attention. Sometimes, you just didn’t want to read, or sit, or anything sedentary at all.
Even with the cooling air, she was still feeling the urge to fidget and twitch. So pacing. Pacing and muttering off a list of all things really, really unattractive. The Impala worm, food from the Grease Trap, giant toads...
[[open roof, twitchy necromancer.]]
She’d brought a book, in case boredom did set in, but it’d been set on the edge of the roof and abandoned there, when it failed to hold her attention. Sometimes, you just didn’t want to read, or sit, or anything sedentary at all.
Even with the cooling air, she was still feeling the urge to fidget and twitch. So pacing. Pacing and muttering off a list of all things really, really unattractive. The Impala worm, food from the Grease Trap, giant toads...
[[open roof, twitchy necromancer.]]