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fandomhighdorms2021-05-17 04:57 am
white_oleander) wrote in fandomhighdorms2021-05-17 04:57 am
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Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [05/17].
A few people had shown up for breakfast last week, so Astrid saw no reason why she shouldn't just keep up the tradition at least a little bit longer, especially since there'd been some interest, at least from Miles, at other people helping out, too. She wondered if she could do something to make it even more communal and take a lot of the work off of one person with a sign-up sheet or something like that, but for now, she was just sort of focusing on getting the food ready and improving her own techniques for making a bigger breakfast for more people than just herself a little easier.
If anything, she appreciated the distraction. Still no call from Susan, no word on when she might get a chance to talk with her mother. She was trying to not get worried about it; she understood that both of them were likely playing cat-and-mouse with her, trying to fool her into thinking she was the mouse when, really, she needed to remember that it was the other way around.
With that in mind, a few of the pancakes were made to sort of resemble cats' faces (a frequently occuring theme, after all, in the oeuvre of Astrid Magnussen), but they were too complicated so she mostly went back to just regular ones.
[[ open breakfast is ooooopeeeennn! though a little slower this week, more'n likeleh ]]
If anything, she appreciated the distraction. Still no call from Susan, no word on when she might get a chance to talk with her mother. She was trying to not get worried about it; she understood that both of them were likely playing cat-and-mouse with her, trying to fool her into thinking she was the mouse when, really, she needed to remember that it was the other way around.
With that in mind, a few of the pancakes were made to sort of resemble cats' faces (a frequently occuring theme, after all, in the oeuvre of Astrid Magnussen), but they were too complicated so she mostly went back to just regular ones.
[[ open breakfast is ooooopeeeennn! though a little slower this week, more'n likeleh ]]
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“Yes. You were aware that there were people from other times, yes?” Enola asked worriedly.
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“Truth be told, I’d rather not wear one unless I absolutely have to,” Enola replied. “Even then I don’t wear it as tightly as most women do. It did save me from getting stabbed once but all in all they are very much a nuisance.”
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Enola frowned. She had gotten used to so much of the weirdness here that she forgot how it could be for someone new. “It was just a small altercation,” she said trying to sound like it was a trivial matter. “I was investigating the circumstances around my mother’s disappearance and ran into a brute of a man.”
Who was hunting for the Viscount Tewkesbury of Basilweather on the orders of his Grandmother, the Dowager of Basilweather, to stop the equality vote. But that might be too much for Clare, so Enola was going to try and keep the conversation light.
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