Post by Morgan Pendragon on Jan 23, 2008 11:01:37 GMT -5
((OOC: First post for teh Ashness, please))
The first thing, she had to do, of course, was figure out more about the BFC. She was alittle afraid that Ashelle might not want, nor be able to answer her, but she had to ask. The prefect sat cozily in a back corner of the library, where few students were. The section she was in was devoted to census infformation, so few student would be around. Not only that, but she was in one of the reading rooms, which she'd ascertained was completely empty. The room was not one of the large reading rooms, the ones almost big enough to be small classrooms. On the contrary, this room was just big enough to house two comfortable chairs and a wooden desk. It's other virtue was that it had no windows.
Morgan sat in the chair facing the door, Mondleid on her shoulder. Cazadora was in the corner, guarding the door from unwanted intruders. Asher was located outside the room, blending into the background via his color-changing abilities. So as not to seem odd, the Ravenclaw prefect had taken a few books into the room with her, and pretended to read them. She was too nervous to really do more than skim the pages, but it proved a useful deception. If anyone had happened to see her go back there, she was just some Ravenclaw with a stack of books, and an introverted personality. Nothing unusual there.
She'd already sent the note for Ashelle to meet her here, and had settled down to wait. She was a novice at this cloak and dagger stuff, and so she'd started her interveiws with the most innocuous one. If this played out well, she'd start the others at once. However, she couldn't see it not playing out well, Ashelle wasn't the type to go running her mouth. She fidgeted in her seat, the lace on the petticoat was itching the back of her legs. Why had she worn one of her lolita dresses today? She pulled at the maroon fabric of the dress, then at the braid that coursed down her back. She wished Ashelle would show up already.
There's someone outside the door, said Dora. Human. Female. They don't smell like the dungeons, nor like where we sleep.
"Come in. I've been expecting you," said Morgan aloud. "It's not polite to lurk in doorways."
The first thing, she had to do, of course, was figure out more about the BFC. She was alittle afraid that Ashelle might not want, nor be able to answer her, but she had to ask. The prefect sat cozily in a back corner of the library, where few students were. The section she was in was devoted to census infformation, so few student would be around. Not only that, but she was in one of the reading rooms, which she'd ascertained was completely empty. The room was not one of the large reading rooms, the ones almost big enough to be small classrooms. On the contrary, this room was just big enough to house two comfortable chairs and a wooden desk. It's other virtue was that it had no windows.
Morgan sat in the chair facing the door, Mondleid on her shoulder. Cazadora was in the corner, guarding the door from unwanted intruders. Asher was located outside the room, blending into the background via his color-changing abilities. So as not to seem odd, the Ravenclaw prefect had taken a few books into the room with her, and pretended to read them. She was too nervous to really do more than skim the pages, but it proved a useful deception. If anyone had happened to see her go back there, she was just some Ravenclaw with a stack of books, and an introverted personality. Nothing unusual there.
She'd already sent the note for Ashelle to meet her here, and had settled down to wait. She was a novice at this cloak and dagger stuff, and so she'd started her interveiws with the most innocuous one. If this played out well, she'd start the others at once. However, she couldn't see it not playing out well, Ashelle wasn't the type to go running her mouth. She fidgeted in her seat, the lace on the petticoat was itching the back of her legs. Why had she worn one of her lolita dresses today? She pulled at the maroon fabric of the dress, then at the braid that coursed down her back. She wished Ashelle would show up already.
There's someone outside the door, said Dora. Human. Female. They don't smell like the dungeons, nor like where we sleep.
"Come in. I've been expecting you," said Morgan aloud. "It's not polite to lurk in doorways."