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November 30th, 2016


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Owl for Jesse McBride


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During breakfast, a long box is delivered to Jesse McBride by a school owl. Yes, literally from the owlery in the same building as the cafeteria. Don't overthink it; you'll just get hurt. [PG-13 for language] )

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[info]vicpower
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If anyone wonders who that mound of coats and blankets walking around is, it's me.

How how how does anyone survive when it's this cold? I can't feel my nose or fingers or hair.

Can you feel hair? I don't remember anymore.

Even warming charms do nothing. I request winter be over.

ooc: Vic is dressed like this today, complete with multiple scarves over her face. Yes she's being dramatic. Feel free to mock her.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESSE


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JESSE'S BIRTHDAY PARTY )

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As promised, Cecil stops by the Coppertale senior boys' cabin. )

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Cecil Honeychurch is a goddamn national treasure.

And bootcamp has been moved to Friday. It is the final bootcamp. First game is on Sunday. Your teams are practically in stone because we judge you. Very harshly.

That being said, if you feel unhappy with your performance and want more practice time, come find me or Quinn at any time. Even after the games start. Quinn has literally nothing else going on. Trust me, she lives for this. The best time to approach her is in the library.

Nineteen more days, then we're out of this fucking place.

And happy birthday, McBride. My gift to you was you not having to be quarantined. Treasure it.