Post by Layne F. Larkin on Jun 3, 2012 11:27:10 GMT -5
Well, this fucking sucked, didn't it? Layne had woken up in the room she commandeered in an obscure corner of the dungeons to find that something of hers was missing. It wasn't a book or her wand or any of her potion ingredients, although that would have been bad enough. No, this was much, much worse.
Her goddamn rat was missing.
Jett was the only creature Layne let herself openly care about. He was a sneaky little bastard, and that's why she liked him. He'd worked out how to escape his cage about two weeks ago, and since then Layne had been keeping the door shut with tape, but the bastard had chewed right through it, apparently. She really needed to get a new cage. But first, she was going to find that tiny fucker, and if he hadn't been eaten by a cat, she was going to feed him to one herself.
She pulled out a short length of scrap parchment and made a sign:
She used a gemino charm to make about a dozen of these flyers, and then set out into the dungeons to put them up. She was headed for the common room first, and then maybe the kitchen and the feasting hall. She wasn't paying any particular attention to anything around her, and in fact wasn't even totally aware that she'd gone out still in her pajamas, an electric blue tank top and a pair of zebra-striped pajama pants. On her feet were fuzzy pink slippers, and her hair was a chaotic bird's nest of color.
What the fuck did she care? Her goddamn rat was missing.
Her goddamn rat was missing.
Jett was the only creature Layne let herself openly care about. He was a sneaky little bastard, and that's why she liked him. He'd worked out how to escape his cage about two weeks ago, and since then Layne had been keeping the door shut with tape, but the bastard had chewed right through it, apparently. She really needed to get a new cage. But first, she was going to find that tiny fucker, and if he hadn't been eaten by a cat, she was going to feed him to one herself.
She pulled out a short length of scrap parchment and made a sign:
LOST RAT
Hey, you assholes, I lost my fucking rat. His name is Jett, he's all black with a gray tail and feet. He really fucking likes bread and cookies and shit, but don't give him too much or it'll make him fucking sick.
If found, return to Layne Larkin, Slytherin House
Hey, you assholes, I lost my fucking rat. His name is Jett, he's all black with a gray tail and feet. He really fucking likes bread and cookies and shit, but don't give him too much or it'll make him fucking sick.
If found, return to Layne Larkin, Slytherin House
She used a gemino charm to make about a dozen of these flyers, and then set out into the dungeons to put them up. She was headed for the common room first, and then maybe the kitchen and the feasting hall. She wasn't paying any particular attention to anything around her, and in fact wasn't even totally aware that she'd gone out still in her pajamas, an electric blue tank top and a pair of zebra-striped pajama pants. On her feet were fuzzy pink slippers, and her hair was a chaotic bird's nest of color.
What the fuck did she care? Her goddamn rat was missing.