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Who: Megan Jones, Hannah Abbott and Open!!
When: Two hours before curfew, day two
Where: Halls, near the secret entrance to the kitchen.
Rating: PG, for now.
Warnings: None, yet.
Status: Complete.
Megan wandered towards the kitchen. “I can’t wait to tickle that pear!” she giggled to herself softly, but with great enthusiasm. Like many other students, Megan knew Hogwart’s worst kept secret; how to get into the kitchens. Though, she had found out about it in an unusual way…
Already sick of her uniform, Megan wore her favorite pair of jeans that were a little baggy and so worn that there were a few tiny holes in places and one big one at the left knee. Her hair was pulled back into a bouncy ponytail and she wore subtle make-up that was just a little heavier around the eyes. She wore the flannel shirt, that was quickly becoming her favorite, that she had stolen from the American boy over the summer and a Black Sabbath t-shirt. A pair of red, Converse trainers finished off her outfit.
Her stomach rumbled as she padded along silently. “I can’t believe I napped through supper,” she muttered to herself. Always one for food, she usually woke up if she napped after class. Not this time, it seemed!
Passing through the entrance hall, she took a right turn by the staircase that lead her to the giant painting of the bowl of fruit. Hoping her favorite house elf was on, Megan gave a careful look around to make sure no one was watching.
When: Two hours before curfew, day two
Where: Halls, near the secret entrance to the kitchen.
Rating: PG, for now.
Warnings: None, yet.
Status: Complete.
Megan wandered towards the kitchen. “I can’t wait to tickle that pear!” she giggled to herself softly, but with great enthusiasm. Like many other students, Megan knew Hogwart’s worst kept secret; how to get into the kitchens. Though, she had found out about it in an unusual way…
Already sick of her uniform, Megan wore her favorite pair of jeans that were a little baggy and so worn that there were a few tiny holes in places and one big one at the left knee. Her hair was pulled back into a bouncy ponytail and she wore subtle make-up that was just a little heavier around the eyes. She wore the flannel shirt, that was quickly becoming her favorite, that she had stolen from the American boy over the summer and a Black Sabbath t-shirt. A pair of red, Converse trainers finished off her outfit.
Her stomach rumbled as she padded along silently. “I can’t believe I napped through supper,” she muttered to herself. Always one for food, she usually woke up if she napped after class. Not this time, it seemed!
Passing through the entrance hall, she took a right turn by the staircase that lead her to the giant painting of the bowl of fruit. Hoping her favorite house elf was on, Megan gave a careful look around to make sure no one was watching.