Dorm Laundry Room, Sunday Afternoon

[mustbeawitch]

Lydia didn't usually like to do her laundry on Sunday--it was meant to be a day of rest, after all, and even though the machine did all of the work for you now, it was the spirit of the thing, you know? But the dress she'd worn yesterday now smelled strongly of smoke from the bonfire, so she'd been left with no choice and here she was, sorting things and squinting at labels, and thinking about all the things she could be doing with her Sunday instead.

"What do all of the symbols even mean?" she wondered aloud. "Witchcraft is easier to puzzle out."

(Open!)