fandomhighdorms | 5th floor common room, Monday afternoon

So it was, like, really hot out. It was hot in a way that Lottie hadn't really known was possible in real life without things being on fire. It had to be at least 40 or something. (Sure, her phone said it was 32, but it was not to be trusted.) It was absolutely not a day to be outside unless you absolutely had to be, unless you were secretly a tropical fish or something. So Lottie was lounging around the common room, a pint of melting ice cream on the floor by her head, that documentary about Spinal Tap on the television turned up to eleven (it was basically required, okay?) while she called home.

Because clearly the proper response to "it's so hot outside I'm going to die" was to convince her mother to let her bring her dog, covered in fluffy black fur, to the island with her next session.

"But he'd love it here, Mum! There's squirrels to chase about and green deers!"

"Wait, wait," her mother was saying. "Go back to the part where you're NOT IN FRANCE?"

Yeah, she should have gotten around to telling her mother that part rather a bit sooner.

[Open common room is open.]