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SilverTiger · 11-01-2017, 09:16 AM

The night was silent, aside from the usual sounds of the castle and the few nocturnal creatures that resided there. Nearly as silent was the figure who murmured a soft charm and slipped into the office, the last evidence being the disappearance of a fuzzy pink slipper through the doorway before the door had been closed behind it. Once inside, the unfocused gaze of the tall-for-her-age blonde in the unicorn pajamas flickered around the room as if she was deciding where to start. The object of her search was probably not lying on the cat climbing structures, so those were disregarded as Stasya made her way further into the office.

Grey-green eyes that seemed even more grey in the moonlight traveled over the shelves of books and other odds and ends until they found what they were looking for. Her hand darted forward and grabbed the compass, before she replaced it with a red envelope. The Howler was definitely not the compass that disappeared into her fist, but she turned from the spot as if it was, slipping back out into the corridor. Somehow she knew where she was supposed to go next, and she neglected to close the office door entirely before she disappeared into the dark corridors again.

11-01-2017, 09:16 AM	#27 (permalink)
SilverTiger Crumple-Horned Snorkack Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: SoCal sighs(GMT-8) Posts: 111,208 Hogwarts RPG Name: Giselle Barrington Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Teagan Kensington Slytherin Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Arienne Morgenstern Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Simone Wild Slytherin Third Year x5 x3	Different timeline: In the middle of the night Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict The night was silent, aside from the usual sounds of the castle and the few nocturnal creatures that resided there. Nearly as silent was the figure who murmured a soft charm and slipped into the office, the last evidence being the disappearance of a fuzzy pink slipper through the doorway before the door had been closed behind it. Once inside, the unfocused gaze of the tall-for-her-age blonde in the unicorn pajamas flickered around the room as if she was deciding where to start. The object of her search was probably not lying on the cat climbing structures, so those were disregarded as Stasya made her way further into the office. Grey-green eyes that seemed even more grey in the moonlight traveled over the shelves of books and other odds and ends until they found what they were looking for. Her hand darted forward and grabbed the compass, before she replaced it with a red envelope. The Howler was definitely not the compass that disappeared into her fist, but she turned from the spot as if it was, slipping back out into the corridor. Somehow she knew where she was supposed to go next, and she neglected to close the office door entirely before she disappeared into the dark corridors again. __________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me, at tea time, everybody agrees ...It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero ♥ ♥ ♥