2nd Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

[crimson_sister]

Let's not go into detail about Lucille's reaction when she had woken up this morning. Let's just say she had been wondering at first whether this was a particularly strange nightmare. Waking up in a male body, and also discovering that she looked exactly like her brother, only about the same age as herself, had been, to say the least, disturbing.

Sha had managed to keep quiet, because she was good at that.

Then she discovered that she had nothing to wear, as her dresses didn't fit her (him? She was going to be confused about pronouns today), and the only thing that was wearable was a long dressing gown. She considered staying in her room, but eventually she got hungry, so she quietly snaked into the common room, hoping to be able to grab some breakfast before anyone noticing.

[open common room, of course]

Comments

[dwarvenswagger]

Excuse you, he was amazing.

"My people enjoy singing, but not... the caterwauling they are fond of here."

[crimson_sister]

"At least we agree on something." Even Lucille found that funny.

[dwarvenswagger]

This would only end in a terrible duet come the next strange day, no doubt about it.

"It was bound to happen eventually."

[crimson_sister]

"Really?"

There would be no duets. And if there would be duets, Lucille would do her best to forget. There were certain limits, after all.

[dwarvenswagger]

"We could hardly argue over everything." They probably could, actually.

[crimson_sister]

"I don't see why."

They could probably argue over whether they could argue over everything.

[dwarvenswagger]

"Why we might not argue?"

[crimson_sister]

"Yes."

Sorry Thorin, her good mood could only last so long.