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fandomhighdorms2014-08-21 04:46 pm
seveninchmotto) wrote in fandomhighdorms2014-08-21 04:46 pm
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Third Floor Common Room, Thursday Morning
Isabelle was pretty much back to her usual strength and health by now. The scarring at her throat had almost entirely blended into her skin, and in a few more days it would be entirely gone. So, physically, she was feeling pretty good.
But the inside of her head was a slightly different story. So she was dealing with it by getting breakfast delivered from J,GoB. She... had not asked for as many boxes of all manner of glazed donuts as they delivered, but she couldn't say she exactly minded it a whole lot. She was feeling charitable enough to share.
She opened one of the boxes on the counter and peered at the selection. Picking one might actually take a while.
[oo: Open common room! Come mod your donuts.]
But the inside of her head was a slightly different story. So she was dealing with it by getting breakfast delivered from J,GoB. She... had not asked for as many boxes of all manner of glazed donuts as they delivered, but she couldn't say she exactly minded it a whole lot. She was feeling charitable enough to share.
She opened one of the boxes on the counter and peered at the selection. Picking one might actually take a while.
[oo: Open common room! Come mod your donuts.]