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[darkireland]

regan
 Regan flops onto the bed in her dorm next to Roxanne, petting her cat. She's bored out of her mind, blinking up at the Ireland Quidditch poster that she stuck up on the ceiling.

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[roxalot]

*comes into the door with a silly kind of grin on her face*

Well hello there, Regan.

[darkireland]

*grins back*

Ah, my dear friend.

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I FEEL LIKE I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN AGES. Now sit. Don't make me chuck Fox at you. Spill.

[roxalot]

Shove over, fatass.

*pushes her over and sits down, cross legged on Regan's bed*

What am I spilling?

[darkireland]

Fatass?

*looks curious*

You're spilling... whoever you've just shagged. You look weird, Roxy. A good weird... a smutty weird... weird. *giggles slightly*

[saintdominique]

*walks into the dorm and flops onto her bed*

It should be morning. I'm not even tired.

[darkireland]

Take a sleeping potion, then, silly lass.

[saintdominique]

That's so unnatural right now though. It seems like a bad idea. Tell me that story about the boat again.

[darkireland]

*shrugs*

"Whatever works" is what my father always tells me!

I've told that a million times, Dom. Tell it yourself!