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fandomhighdorms2014-04-18 02:05 pm
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Third Floor Common Room [Friday afternoon]
It was the Friday afternoon before Easter, and Celia had a rather nice weekend to look forward to, and after class earlier she was feeling a bit creative on top of being in a fairly bright mood in the first place.
So, it had occurred to her that, here in Fandom, she could actually celebrate holidays the ways she'd heard of other people doing. She wasn't trapped trailing after her father, she wasn't forced to pretend Christmas or Independence Day or Easter didn't exist, and it would just be another Sunday.
It had taken her a bit of doing, but she'd found the supplies she'd needed, and set up a little station in the common room -- she had eggs (whether they were hardboiled or not was questionable, since she certainly didn't know how to do that), she had assorted dyes she'd gotten in town, and she had a rather extensive collection of brushes, sponges, and egg-dippers.
She'd been surprised by how easy it apparently was to dye eggs nowadays -- she'd only ever seen the supplies for very finely-decorated ones advertised in magazines or shop windows, and been positively green with envy at the idea of being able to make one of her own. Modern egg-dyeing seemed standard -- and, honestly, a little cheap, though she supposed that was so children could participate easily.
All the same, Celia was seated at a table, wearing an already-splotchy apron that she'd conjured (though that was the only magical concession she'd made -- she was determined to at least try to do most of this manually before she resorted to magic) over her otherwise drab, gray dress. She had her tongue between her teeth as she painstakingly painted on little flowers on an egg she'd dyed pink already, and was trying not to get frustrated just yet.
[omg open common room, come dye easter eggs!!!! supplies are all moddable, natch.]
So, it had occurred to her that, here in Fandom, she could actually celebrate holidays the ways she'd heard of other people doing. She wasn't trapped trailing after her father, she wasn't forced to pretend Christmas or Independence Day or Easter didn't exist, and it would just be another Sunday.
It had taken her a bit of doing, but she'd found the supplies she'd needed, and set up a little station in the common room -- she had eggs (whether they were hardboiled or not was questionable, since she certainly didn't know how to do that), she had assorted dyes she'd gotten in town, and she had a rather extensive collection of brushes, sponges, and egg-dippers.
She'd been surprised by how easy it apparently was to dye eggs nowadays -- she'd only ever seen the supplies for very finely-decorated ones advertised in magazines or shop windows, and been positively green with envy at the idea of being able to make one of her own. Modern egg-dyeing seemed standard -- and, honestly, a little cheap, though she supposed that was so children could participate easily.
All the same, Celia was seated at a table, wearing an already-splotchy apron that she'd conjured (though that was the only magical concession she'd made -- she was determined to at least try to do most of this manually before she resorted to magic) over her otherwise drab, gray dress. She had her tongue between her teeth as she painstakingly painted on little flowers on an egg she'd dyed pink already, and was trying not to get frustrated just yet.
[omg open common room, come dye easter eggs!!!! supplies are all moddable, natch.]