2nd Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

[crimson_sister]

It must be the strange day she had had yesterday, because Lucille's sleep had been interrupted by bad dreams. They had involved the past, an imagined future here and a mingling of the two, all of it disturbing. Late in the morning she had decided that a cup of tea would be the best way to remind her of familiar comforts and so she was now rummaging through the cupboards of the common room kitchen, trying to make sense of the appliances. How come even boiling water would be impossible? Where did one light the stove and where was the firewood? Her mood was in no way improving.

[Open, of course! Because I can put up a common room post, yay!]

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[dwarvenswagger]

Which was nice of her! The whole lack of poison thing. Though, to be honest, she would get a whole lot of money from him.

Right now. Not so much in a few years.

"Please."

[crimson_sister]

She could use some money, actually. Especially for a new winter coat.

Lucille poured two cups and offered Thorin one. "Shall we sit down?" she said, gesturing towards the table. "And perhaps you can offer me some advice regarding this place."

Thorin didn't come across as very clever, but he also gave an impression of honesty, despite occasional lack of manners.

[dwarvenswagger]

Hey now, the lack of manners was better than it would be in the future. Where he'd get into a bitchfight with the person holding him captive.

"What sort of advice?" he asked, taking the cup before walking to take a seat at the table.

[crimson_sister]

Yes, clearly not very clever.

"Let me think," Lucille began. "So far I have been told that this is a good place to have fun, that I should use glitter for camouflage and that the librarian is a little rough around the edges. What are your opinions? Is there anything I should be concerned about?"

She took a sip of her tea.

[dwarvenswagger]

"Glitter." It wasn't even real gold or silver powder. What was the point? "I have yet to meet the librarian, so my opinions on him are... lacking. There will be strange days where you wake up not as yourself."

Luckily he avoided being a serial killer who thought he was a red dragon, though. Which was nice.

[crimson_sister]

"Not as yourself? As who then?" That was after all the only vaguely interesting thing he had said.

[dwarvenswagger]

"One weekend I woke as though I had been born female." With a better beard. It was super annoying. "I looked quite a bit like my sister."

[crimson_sister]

Lucille's eye widened a little. "That must have been quite disturbing."

The comment was perfectly honest, this time. Had she known about the beard it would at least have been slightly amusing.

[dwarvenswagger]

Dwarves, yo.

"Luckily my roommate was willing to assist in finding me suitable attire."

[crimson_sister]

Lucille had a lot to learn about dwarves.

"That was kind of him," she replied, still unaware that rooms could be shared between people of opposite gender.

[dwarvenswagger]

"Her." It was still a little odd.

[crimson_sister]

"Oh." And now Lucille was so thankful that she was sharing a room with Raven and not with a boy. How could that even be allowed.

"Well, either way, it was kind," she added.

Thorin wasn't exactly one for conversation, Lucille decided, which was a bit awkward as they were drinking tea together. The topic of the school seeming to be exhausted she asked instead:

"And what does your family do in... Erebor?"

[dwarvenswagger]

"My grandfather is king." Nbd.

[crimson_sister]

"I see." Lucille didn't think Thorin was creative enough to lie about this. "Of a large country?"

[dwarvenswagger]

Rude! But accurate.

"Of our people in the north of the land." Technically of all the dwarves, but meh. "Some here find it discomforting to learn."

[crimson_sister]

"Why?" Lucille asked, genuinely curious. It didn't sound worse than, say, pink ponies.

[dwarvenswagger]

"Mine uncle rules to the east and the west has been abandoned since the last wars."

And balrogs. Fucking balrogs.

He shrugged. "The sway of men is growing, I hear."

[crimson_sister]

"I'm sorry to hear that," Lucille replied, not sounding completely sincere, as she was beginning to tire of his lack of conversation skills.

"Another cup?" Her manners required her to ask as she poured herself one, but she hoped Thorin would decline. And, as he didn't ask any questions in return as one was supposed to, Lucille continued:

"I'm from Cumberland in the north of England myself. My family owns an estate by the name of Allerdale Hall, and our clay mining business is well know in the county. Sadly, my mother died a year ago and my brother and I are now orphans, which is why I've come here to finish my education."

[dwarvenswagger]

"Mining?" Be more stereotypical, Thorin. He did sober, however giving her a solemn, "My condolences."

[crimson_sister]

"Yes?" Lucille looked a little surprised when that caught Thorin's attention, as it rarely interested anyone else. She added: "Thank you. I'm sure my brother and I will manage. We still have a home, after all."