Who: Sirilla, Hannah, Renee What: first meeting in the compound. When: Sunday, after this Where: the commons Warnings: ALL THE EMOTIONS Status: Threaded; incomplete
Sirilla's mind was whirling. There was too much information to take in: not just about this place, but about the people here, and the amount of information she'd just absorbed. After she'd stopped talking to Hannah and Renee, who were presumably on their way out here, she'd managed to put her game face back on to greet a few more people in writing, but that was going to be impossible to keep up for long.
Renee, for one, would see right through it. And Hannah... she remembered her as a little baby girl, already starting to show signs of looking like Jane. If she was grown now, would she still look like her mother? That was sure to make her crumble.
Eventually, she gave up and did precisely what she'd told them she was going to do: she put the journal back in her pocket and transformed into Padfoot. It was calmer inside the dog's head, thank Godiva; she was going to need all the respite she could get. Lying down, she rested her head on her front paws and waited.