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[echoohce]

Echo stomped into the dorms. He wasn't in a good mood. If people had auras, his would have been little skulls on fire floating around his head. Little death-curses crept out of his tight lips. Lucky for him and anyone else, he didn't see anyone in the room. So he hopped into bed and shut the curtains, all in one swift, furious moment. He pulled out

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[howlsoftly]

Remus hobbled back into the dorms rather late, and managed to clatter about quite a bit with the cane before finally sitting down in the middle of the floor, face wrenched in pain, so that he could take his nighttime dose of the painkillers Madame Pomfrey had prescribed him. That finished, he looked around to see all of the others' hangings pulled shut... but there was light peeping out from under Omelas', and Remus really wanted to just talk at someone, so he limped over and tapped gently on the hangings.

"Omelas. You awake?"

[echoohce]

At the voice, Echo tossed out one of his dying chess pieces, and it crawled across the floor very slowly, stabbed quite a few times in the back, before giving up to exhaustion and just laying there.
Then he grunted a "What."

[howlsoftly]

"Slytherins. They are all impossible, even the decent ones. It's ridiculous. And Sabrina's acting oddly, and why are you up so late, anyways?"