Maybe Abbi had never been a Picasso when it came to art, but you know she could draw somewhat further than a stick-man. That had ought to mean something for a meeting like this, did it not? Supposedly, she would have to see as well as see if the whole cartography vibe actually suited her. She'd give it a try, because *what* did she have to loose? ABSOLUTELY NADA.

The fifth year made her way, the house tables flashing past and eventually the door to the hidden room too. She entered.

PLUSHY CUSHIONS!!!!

No. She would not loose her cool over this. Just cushions....PLUSHY CUSHIONS. Oh heck, she didn't care about cool, not cool. Those were PLUSHY CUSHIONS. Did people get that by now?

*PLOMP*

She allowed herself a bounce as she landed on one.

So was she actually first for a change? Where was everyone? She expected to see a Paris and a Donny here. They were the arty-farty people she knew; but hey others would come too.