WHO. Glenda Chittock & Morrigan Troy WHEN. Wednesday night-ish? WHAT. Glenda's giving some much needed company WHERE. girls dorm in Hufflepuff RATING. Eh. Fairly low. Language is about the worst thing that could happen NOTES. Noz, I meant to catch you on last night D: Sorry. I figured I'd throw this on up?
Glenda had yet to go out for her Prefect Patrol, but she still had time yet. Flipping through her journal, she had found Morrigan's plea for company and she was all too happy to comply. Rolling off the side of her four poster bed, she landed on the floor with a soft thump. The truth was, she didn't even touch the floor, because her bed was surrounded by her clothes. Clothes that were clean, clothes that needed to go to the laundry, clothes that probably didn't even belong to her... they formed a moat all the way around her bed.
"Alright, Troy! Your savior is here!" She announced dramatically as she approached Morrigan's bed, flopping down between the curtains with no concern for the cupcake wrappers that littered the area. "How can you eat all of these?!" Glenda's eyes grew wide as she pulled one of the wrappers off of her shirt. She tentatively licked a bit of the left over icing before pulling a face. "Ugh! Does it have to be so sickly sweet?! Mate, we need to have a serious talk about your taste in... taste."