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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Settling Down' / Tuesday, November 22nd, 2005 / 6:05 pm
Location: Outside of the library
Open To: One Auto
Currently Involving: One Kate
....and HERE was where it occured to Kat that nicking Pince's romance book might not have been all too intelligent. Although it had been partly that Bastian's fault...
But in any case, Kat's post-illness induced studies were being sadly halted due to the fact that the library, the library of all places, Pince's domain, was off limits to her as of a few weeks ago. Of course, she wasn't one to give up so easily, nooo. One must trudge on ahead, face the brink, hold one's banners high and think of the white cliffs of Dover and possibly crumpets (or whatever sentimental food item came hand-in-hand with stereotypical English patriotism. The Welsh in Kat declined knowledge it, exactly).
One must peek through the keyhole to see when the old bat left her desk for the first time in what seemed like CENTURIES. Ah HA! Victory was hers! Kat was just about to put her gloved hand on the door and slide as quietly into the room as she was able to in far too many coats, as a boom slipped from her hand and hit the floor. Bloody gloves! Bloody PINCE, really.
She bent down to pick it up, one hand still ready to open the doorknob as she stood up again.
Location: Outside of the library
Open To: One Auto
Currently Involving: One Kate
....and HERE was where it occured to Kat that nicking Pince's romance book might not have been all too intelligent. Although it had been partly that Bastian's fault...
But in any case, Kat's post-illness induced studies were being sadly halted due to the fact that the library, the library of all places, Pince's domain, was off limits to her as of a few weeks ago. Of course, she wasn't one to give up so easily, nooo. One must trudge on ahead, face the brink, hold one's banners high and think of the white cliffs of Dover and possibly crumpets (or whatever sentimental food item came hand-in-hand with stereotypical English patriotism. The Welsh in Kat declined knowledge it, exactly).
One must peek through the keyhole to see when the old bat left her desk for the first time in what seemed like CENTURIES. Ah HA! Victory was hers! Kat was just about to put her gloved hand on the door and slide as quietly into the room as she was able to in far too many coats, as a boom slipped from her hand and hit the floor. Bloody gloves! Bloody PINCE, really.
She bent down to pick it up, one hand still ready to open the doorknob as she stood up again.