 Resident Hippie
Corwyn sat down at the Slytherin table thoroughly soaked and dripping wet. She shivered as she wrapped her arms around herself, trying to keep warm. Leaning over, she asked the closest Slytherin, "Where are we going to sleep? Do we have a... a backup dorm?" she sneezed, "And what are we supposed to wear? The only thing I got out was the clothes on my back and my bo...." Cor trailed off as she remembered the trunk in her pocket. She pulled it out and set it on the table, enlarged it a bit, and opened to find her books totally soaked and probably ruined. "DRAT!" she yelled, slamming the trunk shut. Sighing, she lay her head down on the table and shivered some more. |