 *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
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Originally Posted by Nat nat  She's definitely lucky today. How about tomorrow and the next days. But she's too much focused on the present. Tenn stroke the chameleon. She watched her friend chat with the Fat Lady like there's no tomorrow for it just took so long for Tenn. Glad that Daisy could read her mind or else she would have knocked the portrait already. though she doubted she could do that for that thing had been there for hundreds of years already and no one dared. When she heard Daisy mention the password the common room was revealed. "I knew that's the password. I just said Drum," she laughed at the mention of it. "But it is close enough."
What is Daisy asking the Fat lady about Bavarian Monks, anyway? She decided to ask her friend as she entered the common room, "Daisy, Is that food? Those Bavarian flavoured donuts are really awesome," she finished as she plopped into the couch. And before the hole totally closed she yelled, "Thank you Fat Lady." She was just a little hyper but she's still polite. ”Donuts?” It took Daisy a moment to get the connection. “Oh…no no…they’re monks...like priests.” For the life of her, Daisy couldn’t remember if Tenn had a muggle background or not, but hoped that the at least knew what a priest was. “They’re quite a chatty bunch. You can find them on the 5th floor near the trusty suits of armor.” She left out that they tended to imbibe in a bit too much mead. “You can learn a lot about herbs from them. Comes in handy when you have to do a potions essay.”
She yawned and plopped herself down on a sofa near the fire. She kicked off her shoes and then scratched around the tops of her socks. Man wool was itchy. Again, she had forgotten to buy new socks while in Diagon Alley. “Astrid seems to like you,” she said watching Tenn with the chameleon-newt. It had turned a bright red color, choosing not to blend in with the black of Tenn’s robes like he usually did.
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