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blondecanary.livejournal.com

Dinah had hamburgers and hot dogs, some veggie platters and chips and dip, soft drinks and cake. Oh, and ice cream in the fridge inside for later.

Happy birthday, Will Shakespeare! Oh, and her too.

[very limited OCD ~~about to go~~ up!, for early justice and time zones; set before Dress Rehearsal/Previews.

Anyone welcome, even if you don't know her! I'm sticking to Dinah's thread to keep it simple.]

stupid-toasters.livejournal.com

Sometime early in the morning, Lee hauled himself downstairs and set himself up at a small table. There was a roll of tickets in front of him, a box of money in the extra chair beside him, and a sign declaring 'PROM TICKETS' hanging off the front of the table. There was also a spot to vote for Prom king and queen!

Prom tickets were now on sale. Come one, come all. Date or no date, you gotta have a ticket!

Current Mood: hyper

shyest-eyes.livejournal.com

The day had flown by, and before she knew it, Hinata and Amber, who’d cut out of rehearsal early (small sacrifices), were down in the pool area and setting up the decorations for Turtle’s (hopefully) surprise birthday party. Streamers and balloons in gold, green, and purple matched the tablecloths, disposable plates and utensils. Colour co-ordination was a go.

It took them awhile to get things all set up, but eventually it was accomplished, and a sign at the door to the pool proclaimed ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY TURTLE!!!’ in, of course, green and gold glitter.

[Amber totally modded with permission, up way early for SP. Annnnnd ~~please wait for the~~ OCD is uuuup! The email that sent out invitations is here.

ETA: Links to cut down on browser death: Arrive/Mingle, Swim!, Eat!, Talk to the Birthday Girl!, Presents!, and OOC]

iruinenglish.livejournal.com

At 2 am exactly, a loud buzzing sound rang through the dorms. An not just any buzzing. A loud, obnoxious "BZZZT!" followed by a two-second pause, followed by another "BZZZT!", followed by another two-second pause, followed by a... You get the idea. And the really bad part was the way it tended to feel like it was inside your head when it "BZZZT"ed as you were passing by in the halls.

So due to the "BZZZT"ing and fire safety regulations, the students had to drag their tired, cranky selves out of bed (or whatever), make their way down the halls and stairwells, and file out onto the dorm lawn in the chilly, damp weather, and did we mention it was 2 am?

The Fandom fire department was on hand, but they'd probably make everyone wait for a while just because they were cranky, too.

[And here is your fire drill post! See here for details.

How did it take us three years to do this, game? How?]

Current Mood: cranky

stupid-toasters.livejournal.com

With the Valentine's Dance a few days away, Lee found a spot in the lobby to set up to sell tickets. The tickets themselves were even pink with a heart on them, aw. Hey, you had to keep up with the times and be topical. The table itself even had a rose in a vase just to make it seem even more Valentines-y. Or whatever.

Lee was behind the table, not wearing anything Valentines-y. He was just glad he wasn't punching everything in sight anymore, really.

Current Mood: calm

gameknowsgame.livejournal.com

Blair had spared nothing to make sure Eric's party was set up. And by "spared nothing" we mean "paid people to make that happen because Blair Waldorf doesn't do service work."

A temporary stage had been set up for the burlesque show. Shirtless cater waiters milled about, ready to supply guests with drinks and food. A cake had a lovely central location. Large heating lamps were placed to help ward off the chill.

Projectors had been set up to show classic films starring Audrey Hepburn, Marilyn Monroe, Cary Grant, and the like. They played silently so as not to drown out the music which was a mix of modern and 30s and 40s dance.

Blair was dressed up in her best Audrey Hepburn look and surveyed the results of her handiwork. It would do.

[ooc: OCD is up! Come get your party on! All are welcome!]

Current Mood: determined

stupid-toasters.livejournal.com

Lee didn't mind this aspect of Student Council at all. It got him out of his room and gave him something to do. And, maybe, he was kind of looking forward to the weekend. Just a little. He didn't want to look too forward to anything less things come crashing down around him but he allowed himself some anticipation.

There were tickets in front of him and a place to vote for Homecoming kings, queens, princes and princesses beside him.

[Tickets for sale!]

Current Mood: busy

likes-chicken.livejournal.com

After his work day at Groovy Tunes, Hurley collapsed onto the couch in his floor's common room.

He was happy and content. With the TV set to some reruns of Good Eats, he was officially having a very good day.

[ooc: Open!]

yourwhiteknight.livejournal.com

Harvey had a problem. He was hungry. You think that problem would be easy enough to solve by making food but he couldn't decide what he wanted. It was still early enough for breakfast and yet it could be considered lunch time too. He wanted eggs but he could also go for a sandwich. You would think he could just pick something and get on with it but for some reason he couldn't. He always sucked at making stupid little decisions like that.

So now he had a grilled cheese and scrambled eggs going on the stove at the same time. He figured he was hungry enough to eat both and if he wasn't, well, he figured someone else would want some. He sat himself up on the kitchen counter next to the stove, rolling his father's coin across his knuckles and waited for his food to finish cooking.

[Oooooopen]

Current Mood: hungry

talks2objects.livejournal.com

Anyone entering the common room at this time will notice that Dor is having an intensive conversation with the microwave.

"So... it's not magic?" Dor asked looking somewhat confused.

"What's the problem?" the microwave responded. "It's pretty simple. I have magnetron tube that sends out microwave radiation to heat water and other polarized molecules within food."

Dor just started at the microwave not understanding one word that it said.

"Okay. Fine. It's kind of like magic," the microwave said with a weary sigh.

Dor's befuddled expression showed that he still didn't understand what was going on.

[Open!]

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Karal had a small fire going, and there was a large pot of tea keeping warm next to it. And plenty of cups. And a kitten. And a Firecat. And a deer.

Vashti (kitten) had been acting strange all morning, fluffing up and hissing at nothing when she wasn't hiding under the bed. Right now she was standing under the deer (actually Evey), who was sniffing delicately at a bowl of tea. Altra (Firecat) was sitting on a log, watching the fire because Karal was, but he looked tense.

Given how many people's friends and girl/boy friends had suffered animal transformation, Karal thought it might be nice if they could get together and support each other. To this end, there was a sign:

Is your girl or boyfriend (or your friend) an animal? Have some tea and share with others who will understand.

It's possible he hadn't thought the wording of that through as well as he could have.

[ooc: open, of course! I've been trying to get time to do this all week, 'cause the idea of all the people with their people-who-are-currently-animals in one post makes me giggle.]

on-her-korhal.livejournal.com

You could almost get nostalgic about a thing like this.

Kerrigan stepped down from the ladder so she could admire her handiwork. "I'll be here to pick you guys up in a couple of hours," she told them. She wasn't smiling this time-- that was a change from the last. "Or when you resolve your differences. I'm listening in, so don't try anything stupid."

She'd picked a nice spot for them, though. Not in any way harder to spot, but at least this way they were relatively safe from any rain that might fall or fog that might mysteriously become rabid. Fandom flora could be useful like that.

"I hope you both had lunch."

[ first for the two on the wall, and next for anyone who might stumble on by. have at! ]

stupid-toasters.livejournal.com

After his one and only class today, Lee had come back to the cabins and crashed for a little while before getting tired of that and wandering out to the campfire.

He got it started pretty quickly before leaning back against a log and lounging lazily. Sure, he could have done this in the cabin but there was no fire or sky or anything like that.

It was easy to forget about things he should be thinking of, plans he should be making when they were in Australia and the weather so was nice.

[Tis open!]

Current Mood: calm

always-damp.livejournal.com

Toby was really very depressed about Kevin being a complete tool and breaking up with him. Again. He didn't feel like doing much of anything after waking up at 1pm all sticky with rum, so he'd showered and drug his pillows out to the common room to watch some daytime drama.

"Oh Colt, you should know better than that," he said, eyes glued to the program. "She's a tramp! Go for Travis, at least he's hot!"

cheminthehead.livejournal.com

The deck was completed, and ready to be used.

The workers had cleared out just in time for the food and drink to be set out, and the coloured lights to be strung along the roof.

There was music, and space to dance on the lawn, and a cool breeze to cut through the heat of the day.

[ooc: In honour of Tiny Toons being released on DVD today, there are random containers of mango juice lying about. Also, any drinks may become mango juice. If a character drinks and says 'Ah! Mango juice!' an inflatable palm tree will fall on their head. Open to all ~~once~~ as the OCD is up!

stupid-toasters.livejournal.com

Lee was a man of his word (and good boyfriend to boot) and was busily sticking up poster after poster all around the dorms.

He plastered them on walls, in common areas, in the lobby, in the stairwell, anywhere he could find until he ran out of posters.

[React to the posters or feel free to chat with Lee, if you'd like. Posters made by

ecirpnellehada!]

Current Mood: busy

ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com

While the weather was a bit tempermental, Adah decided that she really needed to get out of the cabin for a bit. The dream that snuck up on her Monday had her a little wary about spending too much time in her alcove. She rather easily got a fire started, even with just the use of her good hand, throwing out a bag of marshmallows, some chocolate bars, and a box of graham crackers to satiate the hungry masses and hopefully distract them from bothering her too much if they thought to be social, and settled nearby with some light reading to finish before the last of the daylight hours faded away.

She couldn't wait until summer finished and she could start getting into something a little meatier. Pride, also quite against the idea of staying cooped up all day long, was enjoying the little bout of freedom by hopping lightly around in the grass. Adah wasn't to concerned about the little brown rabbit hopping off, because she felt the two of them had reached an understanding that if he did bounce off, she wasn't going to go bouncing off after him to ensure his safety.

[[ open campfire is open, of course ]]

gobrookeyourself

Brooke went ahead and got supplies for s'mores, figuring if she was going to do a campfire, she might as well do it right, right? And it helped when the weather cooperated.

Not that the s'mores really worked if you were ignoring the graham crackers to occasionally snack on the chocolate and marshmallows just like that, but look, it was the thought that counted.

[Open campfire is open! I have been productive and now I can play!]

Current Mood: lazy

always-damp.livejournal.com

Toby liked camping Fandom-style. He could sunbathe by the campfire when it wasn't raining, and lounge about in the air conditioning when it was. Either way, there was little to no reason to wear a shirt.

Of course, no matter what the weather brought, life wasn't perfect and he and Kevin were through. Toby sat in front of the fire pit not bothering to hide his red-rimmed eyes with dark glasses.

Mostly because he thought glasses made him look less hot.

stupid-toasters.livejournal.com

With his classes all already done for the week, Lee had the rest of the week for himself to be productive. Of course, being productive meant trudging down to the common room early Wednesday morning, flopping down on one of the couches and turning on the television.

At least there was a movie about space and ships and flying being shown. Lee could definitely make due with that.

"I could do that," Lee muttered, half watching and half not. "Easy."

redintraining.livejournal.com

Sky had slept badly. Sometime around midnight he'd woken up with the most horrible, uncomfortable, bloaty and crampy feeling in his stomach. He had no idea what he could have eaten that made him so uncomfortable, and swallowing a few antacids didn't seem to help matters. He'd finally fallen into a very uneasy sleep a few hours later, only to rise at his usual early time feeling... not like himself. He was downright depressed, almost wanting to cry, for no real reason. Sky NEVER wanted to cry. His worries about Dru, which had begun to ease yesterday, had returned and smacked him even worse, though he couldn't have said why.

Sky finally went out to the lobby and made a pitcher of hot tea, pouring himself a mug and leaving the rest out on the table with a card reading "Free tea to anyone who wants, from Sky in 407" in neat handwriting attached. He then curled up miserably on the couch, armed with a stack of borrowed comic books, his tea, and a bowl of popcorn. He flicked through the TV channels, settling on a news channel for background noise, and began to read. He wondered vaguely if this was anxiety, or... something else.

[Open, as a common area is. Poor PMSy Sky.]

Current Mood: bitchy

goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com

Look, everybody needed some form of cake on their birthday even if they had to make it themselves. Which is why Meg was in the kitchen making her favorite type of cupcakes; chocolate with peanut butter icing. And since you couldn't just make one cupcake (unless you had an Easy Bake Oven) she was making a ton for those who wandered in the common room.

[Open as common rooms are]

on-her-korhal.livejournal.com

After a certain incident earlier, Kerrigan decided that obviously, the regular punishments weren't working for these kids.

Might as well go with the old-fashioned kind.

This is why she was using some metal restraints to stick Ed Elric and Lee Adama to the front of the dorms building, near the doors. In their underwear. With Ed's hands well away from each other.

"I'll be back in a few hours," she informed them, stepping back down. "I suggest you take some time to think. Enjoy the sunshine. The appreciation of your peers."

[ kerrigan has left the premises but lee and ed are here for your gawking. open so open omg but use the tiny ocd plz ]

ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com

It had been an odd sort of morning, really. At least, Adah could only assume that it wasn't exactly normal to awaken and have no idea who you were, where you were, and what you were doing there, beyond waking up. In fact, she could only assume that she was even Adah. Waking up confused, the first thing she thought to do was scour through the room for signs of identification: she dove into the books, the notebooks, that she found around her for insight into who exactly she was. She could discern that, barring any odd sort of displacement, her name was Adah Price and she, thankfully, took very careful logs and journals of things, but they were so confusing. Aft first, they looked like a foreign language but, quickly enough, it became evident that, if these were in fact her notebooks, she had a bizarre obsession with writing backwards and being...generally overly nonsensical. If this was her, it only left Adah even more confused. She then decided to walk around, trying to get something, a gleam of a memory from her surroundings, and had been wandering the island all day, only to find nothing. Top to bottom, bottom to top. She was back on the top again, the roof; the air was nice up here, and she had another one of this Adah person's notebook, trying to find some sense of self within.

"Ada, of essence, the is that, broken and bent, slant it, tell, but truth! the tell!" she read outloud from the notebook cradle in her hand, frowning at it as she paced back and forth. "But what the hell does that mean?"

Perhaps nothing; perhaps everything...Adah planned to pace until she figured it out.

[[ OPEN as roofs can be! Just an OOC note (and kind of spoilerish): it gets discovered that Adah's disability is mostly all mental and can be fixed; it's only so persistent because of how she remembers being told she couldn't walk and thinking that it was impossible. Having, of course, forgotten this influence on her behaviour because of Tabula Rasa, she now walks and speaks....somewhat normally ]]

ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com

There was a television set in the common room. There was also a refrigerator, a stove, a table with legs that all seemed even, no comic books or coconuts wedged underneath merely to keep the surface somewhere near straight. It was genuinely level, made so in a factory of other things genuinely level.

Adah was avoiding these notions of perfect, smooth running as if they came bearing e.Coli and other such viruses, quite possibly even the black plague. Eug alp kcalb. She was curled up on the couch, tightly, creating a cocoon, surprisingly comfortable, in the corner, as if the arm and the cushions around her would protect her from capitalist conveniences of a nation free from the Heart of Darkness. She was reading, a giant volume of Poe, ridiculously huge and unwieldy, ironic to the work itself inside, unless she was reading that horrible novel. She wasn't, though. She was reading The Bells. Again. Backwards.

Ghouls are they.
Human nor brute, neither are they.
Woman nor man, neither are they.
Stone a heart, human, the on.

So maybe Eop rendered himself to backwards well every once in a while. It was enough to satisfy her so that that Adah was almost willing to forgive the television for being utterly useless.

Almost.

She was just hoping that her suspicion that most people would be out and about on a Saturday night was true to fact and that she wouldn't at all be bothered; she needed the change in scenery, though, just a bit.

[[ open, of course ]]

moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com

River looked up at the sky. Once it got dark enough the stars would be visible. She smiled. That would be decoration enough. The music was already playing and she tooka a few dance steps, then spun around, closing her eyes.

Still, to be a proper party there was a few other things needed, and River had made sure they were there. Buffy had let her borrow the CD-player they used for the cheerleader practice, and Isabel had brought a large collection of CDs. River herself had provided snacks, mainly the kind bought from a shop, and had mixed a non-alcoholic punch.

From somewhere a few bags of glitter had appeared, available for anyone who needed it. River frowned, then shrugged. She placed the chair she had promised Adah next to the stairs, hoping that she would brave the long climb up to the roof, and put a blanket on top of it.

[Up early because I'm in a timezone that makes me want to go to bed before everyone else. Everyone's invited to party and dance. ~~Wait for OCDs!~~ OCDs are up!]

Current Mood: happy

fh_jackass

Logan had hooked up his gamestation to the flatscreen TV and was playing a videogame involving a lot of women in bikinis bouncing up and down. He was drinking a non-descript beverage from a plastic cup, and anyone within two feet of him would notice the odor of tequila wafting off him.

A couple of coolers with beverages (all non-alcoholic) were set up around the room, and bags of chips and other snack foods were laid out on the table.

Current Mood: drunk

pyramid-is-life.livejournal.com

Kara lounges in the second floor common room flipping through the channels. There is a big bowl of chips and several chilled root beers on the table. The usual busy common room had been pretty quiet this week. She wonders if people were still recuperating from the weekend or if it was something else.

She might think more of it, but AKA is starting and Kara is quickly distracted.

can_be_more

Stepping into the gym, Aeryn thinks it might have been a good idea to get down here more this week. She has enough faith in her own capabilities, but still, it never hurts to be prepared.

She pulls her gloves on, and starts hitting the punching bag. Too bad it can't fight back.

oatmanspatient.livejournal.com

Marty ~~suddenly having access to the internet~~ is feeling much better and decides to spend some time out of his room.

He parks himself in the lounge and turns on "Nookie in New York".

He doesn't care what people think.

[OOC: Open to all]

fates_jaye

Jaye's set up a little table. There's a little mug on it for donations, because art supplies cost money, yo.

On the little table? Flags. Felt flags covered in glitter and bows and sticky things. They're very pretty.

The flags have felt letters on them. They spell out:

PRINCIPAL GLITTER/NINJA OTP!

Totally worth any trouble she gets into.

[Jaye's left now, as I have to get back to work. However, she will be around later. Flags and all. =)]

walter-n-wires.livejournal.com

Going up around the dorms today are fliers for the grand opening of Café Fina

( Grand Opening, Café Fina )

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Rory sat curled up in a chair in the common room, watching Bitterwoman and huddled in a blankie.

She was quite clearly very, very ill. This was evidenced by...nothing, really, except that she would tell anyone who asked, in no uncertain terms, that she was, in fact, very, very ill.

So ill, actually, that she would almost certainly retire to her room and not want to be interrupted at all the entire evening, really. Absolutely not. And this sudden illness had nothing to do with anything said on the radio, or any sneaky plans. Really.

Seriously.

[ooc: Open to anyone. Come call her on being a really bad liar and/or mock her completely fake sickness. Ror'll be heading out to do something else later in the afternoon, though. :)]

ETA: Rory has left the common room, whee. But it's still here for your 2nd floor needs.

Current Mood: sick omgforrealz

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

After Bridge succeeds in dragging Sam out of her room, the two of them are in the second-floor hallway, preparing to set off on an exploration mission. If anyone else were similarily inclined, they'd be welcome to join the party.

[ooc: locked to a group of intrepid adventurers (Bridge, Sam, Rory, John, Lee, Molly and Hamlet).]

cameronmitchell.livejournal.com

It is probably something to be suspicious about when you see John Crichton and Cameron Mitchell working together and dragging pillows from the Common Room's couches into the hall. When those pillows then get used to build a fort that gives them a clear view over the staircase, that's even more suspicious. If they then even start to carry around buckets of water, it's safe to say that they're up to not much good.

((We advice that all characters that want to remain dry take the other staircase into the dorms. Anyone not minding some fun. Feel free to drop in!))

psycho-barbie.livejournal.com

( Campaign Poster )
Poster text reads:
CALLISTO
VOTE
BATSH*T CRAZY

ESCAPE THE BONDS OF TYRANNY
DECENTRALIZATION OF POWER
DELIVER FREEDOM TO ALL
PROVIDE A SAFE & SECURE LEARNING ENVIRONMENT
SENTIENT MACHINES ARE PEOPLE TOO
REDUCED VENDING MACHINE PRICES

Because 6 would've
wanted it that way

JOIN THE FIGHT!

Current Mood: accomplished

sogothcally.livejournal.com

In response to the last few voice mails she has recieved, Cally embarks on a mission. First, she slips a note under the door to #216.

Dear Lee,
As much as I'm sure you look nice naked ~~with your muscly yet strangely midget-proportioned arms~~, I will not be able to join your slumber party. Anders and I naked are something we only share with each other, thank you very much. Hope you all have fun.

-Cally

And then, Cally walks down to #226. She knocks on the door, a little bemused.

"Yo, Cam?"

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

Jack begins decorating the hallway with streamers, ballons, flowers, and signs that read "H A P P Y B I R T H D A Y P A R K E R !!!!!" There might be coded messages in the signs along the lines of the fact that the second floor rocks the house down. Or maybe not.

Feel free to help him.

Current Mood: chipper

can_be_more

Aeryn's trying to be accessible, really. She's making an effort.

So far that effort includes shaking her head at the television trying to figure out who actually watches some of this stuff and why so many women have to take their husbands on Maury for paternity tests. And yes, this means the Nerf gun has come back out. Because television people really can be that stupid and shooting Nerf missiles keeps Aeryn's head from hurting.

[Because it's hard to socialize my girl, yo. Come say hi.]

oatmanspatient.livejournal.com

A table full of food (including some suspicious looking cupcakes) and drinks sit in the lobby. A bunch of name tags sit next to the food so that everyone can write their name down.

[OOC: Come and meet the new students! Are you a new student? Come and meet the not-so-new students!]

ETA: New Students - Please sign in here

carter-i-am.livejournal.com

Sam stood outside the dorms in a t-shirt, a ratty old pair of USAF sweatpants tied at the waist, and her sneakers. She stretched out her muscles and waited to see if anyone else would show up.

[ooc: Open to anyone who wants to run in the dark.]

notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com

Elizabeth had added her poster next to Parker's.

It was her only poster at the moment. There was no point in plastering the school with them if she decided not to run in the end.

Vote Elizabeth Weir as Junior Student Council Representative

She headed back to the corner table where she had started her jigsaw puzzle last week.

She looked distracted, and occassionally glanced across at the poster. Why was she running? Was it because she felt that she should?

[[Come and help with the puzzle, or, if anyone wouldn't mind trying to talk her out of this emo funk she's got herself into, that would be very much appreciated!]]

Current Mood: emo

fh_jackass

Sometimes, if Logan's bored enough, he'll do something nice. For no reason at all. That's why he decided to help out with Parker's campaign by putting up posters around the dorms.

( Logan's campaign posters for Parker )

Current Mood: mischievous

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

Parker is making posters for her run for junior class representative. She's hoping some of the other StuCo members will come in, so she can talk about it with them. Meanwhile, she's also making this:

Angel for Senior Class Rep!
C'mon, you know you want to
tell him what to do!

VOTE for ANGEL!

Scarily Focused, Now Souled

Her own say:

Parker for Junior Class Representative

Competent Bitch
Enough Said

VOTE!

Feel free to interrupt her, or change the channel.

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

Parker is playing Extreme Speed on her new xBox. She is doing very well. And if you know she has an xBox for whatever reason (maybe she told you about it?) feel free to knock on the door and take a turn.

Also, there are presents for those of you (Carter, Liz, Jack Harkness) who haven't picked them up yet.

_{[ooc: open to all]}

Current Mood: amused
Current Music: ALIAS theme

pyramid-is-life.livejournal.com

Limping into the Common Room, Kara sits down on the couch, setting her crutches off to the side. She grabs the remote and turns on the tv. A old Christmas special comes on, and Kara is puzzled again at the Thirteenth Colony and their odd holiday.

However, she can't help but watch the adventures of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

The door is locked, but team members know the key is right above the door frame.

The window is open.

Parker's not here yet.

Current Mood: accomplished

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

Parker checked the door of the music room, and smiled in satisfaction that it was, in fact, open. She settled into an acoustically protected spot behind the base drum, and set up her radio head-set, laptop with maps and cross sections, and a small siren alarm, in case someone jams the radio, and she needs to tell the teams to get out.

"This is Control. Everyone, report in."

Current Mood: anticipatory
Current Music: "Mission Impossible Theme"

defiantlyyours.livejournal.com

The traps have been deactivated. There's a diagram on the wall. 6 merely awaits the players. Oh, yes. There will be tyranny-smashing this night.

[Locked to Those Who Smash Video Game Tyranny. You know who you are]

pure-blooddraco.livejournal.com

Draco is rarely on the second floor, unless it's for baked goods. But he's there today and he's carrying a badly wrapped Christmas gift. Usually he had house elves wrap things for him but he doubted the school would ever let him bring one from home. He used Quidditch wrapping paper and the witches and wizards were flying around on it. He thought Lee would be amused by it.

He stopped outside Lee's door and put down the present in a place where Lee wouldn't miss it, no matter how hard he tried. Along with the present is a card that reads: Just in case you missed the redheaded me. Merry Christmas- Draco.

~~ZOMG don't ask where he got the doll.~~

Current Mood: cheerful

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