Who: Dru & OPEN (tempting, isn't it?)
When: Chilly Tuesday night
What: Drury is indulging in a rather frightening novel and it's getting to her head.
Where: The veggie patch
Rating: TBA. Dru is naughty unpredictable, what can I say?



Drury hated herself right now, for a plethora of undoubtedly logical reasons. First, she hadn't dressed properly. It was unseasonably cold tonight, a factor she hadn't anticipated, and rather than wear, oh I don't know, something appropriate, the seventh year had rooted through her bureau and pulled on an old Beauty and the Beast bathrobe. The terry cloth was worn through in some spots, the shoulders tight and the hem barely brushed past her thighs but today she felt the indescribable urge to wear it. Only problem was: she had nothing on underneath.
The second reason had to do with the fact that Dru found herself plowing through the pages of a horror story, a habit she had believed she'd gone rigidly cold turkey. Truthfully, the idea compelled her; myths of fear and anguish, fictions about psychopathic killers and their poor victims, it was interesting! Unfortunately, the nightmares that usually proceeded from these fright-filled tomes: not so great...

Dru shuddered, but this time not from the frigid, cabbage tainted air. Her dark eyes combed over the flimsy paper, held fast by a thick, leather bound spine. Don't go into the closet. She thought frantically, losing herself in the book. Don't go into the closet.
Inevitably, the character did, and just as Drury was about to flip the page to discover her fate, she heard a muffled sound in the distance. As if on cue, her pulse sped, her heart pounding wildly. All these tales are getting to my head, she thought quickly, attempting to push her anxiety aside, although rumors had spread all though Hogwarts that some weren't just fantasy. Suddenly, the noise gave way to a figure, and Dru grabbed her book, lunging at the person, a scream fresh in her throat.