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[sea_finnigan]

All right. Fess up. Who stole me socks? I won’t point fingers Dean but I’d really like to have them back…considering it’s just getting colder and colder around here. I’m not impressed.

I’ve got this great plan…filled with suspense and mystery perhaps a little rule breaking but I need someone to come with me. So…who’s in?

Comments

[ravenclaw_wonde]

A little rule breaking? I think I need to pay more attention.. on my rounds then!

[sea_finnigan]

That’s terribly off-putting. You’re really not much fun ya know.

Private to Seamus

[ravenclaw_wonde]

How about you do the rule-breaking on other evenings then Thursday evenings?

Is that better?

Re: Private to Seamus

[sea_finnigan]

Hmm, much better. I think you need to loosen up a touch though. We should have a drink together sometime.

[fan_of_west_ham]

Of course it wasn't me! What do I have against your feet? Maybe it was the house elves. I've heard they like socks quite a bit.

I'm in! I'm going out of my mind with boredom; we need some excitement around here.

[sea_finnigan]

I know all about your feet fetish Dean, no sense in hiding it now. Seriously though, I've got no socks, this is bloody awful. I'm stealing yours, all right?

Great! Meet me tonight, around 8 just outside the Great hall.

[fan_of_west_ham]

I do not have a feet fetish! Stop spreading rumors, you prick. I'll be there.

[sea_finnigan]

Yes you do Dean. Admittance is the first step.

[gryff_lavender]

Danger is so exciting.

[sea_finnigan]

Come then! Tonight, 8 o'clock, just outside the Great Hall.

[gryff_lavender]

What will we be doing?

[sea_finnigan]

It's a surprise love.

[michaelscorner]

Pick me, pick me!

[sea_finnigan]

You're in! Tell the others...just outside the great hall at 8 o'clock.

[pub_wench]

God I miss being able to join in on these things.

Just don't get caught by Filch, for Gods' sakes.

A word of advice from a veteran: The balcony on the floor two storeys down from the tower entrance is perfect for putting a lookout on; it's charmed so that anyone standing on it is invisible to onlookers. There's also a rather good supply of dungbombs behind the picture of the woman with the goat. Poke her in the eye and you'll see what I mean.

Not that you heard this from me....

- Rosmerta.

[michaelscorner]

You're a saint, Rosmerta.

[pub_wench]

Pfft. Saints throw like little girls with pink ribbons in their hair.
I prefer to see myself as some form of angel of death, but with dungbombs instead of a firey sword

- Rosie

[michaelscorner]

No, seriously. There's not many people who can get old turn into adults without growing a stick up their arse.