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Erindipity · 05-17-2010, 07:55 PM

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Originally Posted by Tazenhani

He had parchment, he had ink and a quill. Now all he needed was some quiet to organize his thoughts. Stepping through the portrait and into the commonroom, Sabel looked around, sparing small smiles and nods at a few of the students he recognized inside. Nothing looked overly different since last semester, and that agitating feeling that nothing really had changed rose up in his chest again. But the supplies in his backpack slung over his shoulders reminded him differently.

Finding a couch off to the side of the room, by one of the dying fires, he pulled out the writing supplies and placed them on the arm of the chair. For a long time, he sat staring at the fire, trying to think of the words he wanted to write. It was only when Merlin hoped up on his lap and started batting at the ends of his lose tie, that he brought himself back to the task at hand. Giving the black cat a few minutes of attention, he managed to get the monstrosity to lie down on his lap, and found that his back served well as a writing top. Putting pen to ink and ink to parchement, he began to scribble away.

Demitri came slumping into the common room and spotted the fellow he had previously had a spat with at the feast. He sighed and approached the guy, "Hey there, mind if I have a seat here with you?" he asked tentatively as he shoved his hands deep into his pockets.

05-17-2010, 07:55 PM	#230 (permalink)
Erindipity DMT Mountain Troll Join Date: Jul 2009 Posts: 23,574 x8	Quote: Originally Posted by Tazenhani He had parchment, he had ink and a quill. Now all he needed was some quiet to organize his thoughts. Stepping through the portrait and into the commonroom, Sabel looked around, sparing small smiles and nods at a few of the students he recognized inside. Nothing looked overly different since last semester, and that agitating feeling that nothing really had changed rose up in his chest again. But the supplies in his backpack slung over his shoulders reminded him differently. Finding a couch off to the side of the room, by one of the dying fires, he pulled out the writing supplies and placed them on the arm of the chair. For a long time, he sat staring at the fire, trying to think of the words he wanted to write. It was only when Merlin hoped up on his lap and started batting at the ends of his lose tie, that he brought himself back to the task at hand. Giving the black cat a few minutes of attention, he managed to get the monstrosity to lie down on his lap, and found that his back served well as a writing top. Putting pen to ink and ink to parchement, he began to scribble away. Demitri came slumping into the common room and spotted the fellow he had previously had a spat with at the feast. He sighed and approached the guy, "Hey there, mind if I have a seat here with you?" he asked tentatively as he shoved his hands deep into his pockets.