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professor susan p. hastings ([info]_believeinmagic) wrote in [info]silverage,
@ 2011-07-25 09:25:00
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Who: Susan and Susan
When: Monday, Susan Pevensie's lunch break
Where: Susan Pevensie's apartment
What: Susan does have a room to rent out, and Susan does need somewhere to live ..,
Rating/status: TBD, low / incomplete

Susan was a bit nervous about letting the foreigners into her apartment. She'd already let Zack know where she lived and had given him her apartment number in case there was trouble on his end. And then she'd opened it up to anyone, with her extra bedroom. She didn't know why she hadn't just got a one bedroom all those years ago, but having two let her pretend that she had a family that might maybe come visit. Of course, that was all for naught, but some things die hard.

She'd set up another appointment, this time with a woman also named Susan, over her lunch break. A quick appointment, and if she liked the woman, she might consider it said and done. She'd told the woman to meet her in the lobby, and they'd go up together; Susan had arrived earlier, and after checking her mail and poking about the days-old newspapers, she took to pacing, waiting for Susan. It was stupid, offering up her room like that. It wasn't much, by any standards, but it was still nice. That was the sort of person she was though, offering up something like that.

She glanced at the clock, then turned to look at the door as someone else entered. Ah, this might be Susan. Best behaviour now, she told herself poor thing is the one out of place, so be nice.

"Susan?"


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