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Room 414, Wednesday very very late
Or Thursday, really, really early, if you would prefer ( Read more... ) -
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It had to happen sometime - a new place, new people, new illnesses. Agnes would give a lot to know why she'd broken out in squares.
Not spots. Spots she could understand. Her spots were square.
And they tickledShe'd been that way for days and spent all of Friday hiding under her blanket, reading all of her books, and trying to find a cure for ( Read more... ) -
Room 414, Monday evening
Agnes lay on her bed idly kicking her feet against the wall while she did her standard "homework with dictionary accompaniment." Very exciting. Especially since she wasn't actually doing her homework, she was just lying there, kicking the wall and thinking.
The weekend had been more than a bit odd, but she seemed to be back to her abnormal selves ( Read more... ) -
Room 414, Sunday evening
Agnes closed her book and dictionary and set it aside. She'd been reading so much her eyes were nearly crossed. Theory, theory, theory. She liked theory as much as the next witch.
Which was a very mixed bag. Goodie Whemper had been a research witch after all, and Magrat's cottage, which Agnes had inherited after the witches' fashion, had all of ( Read more... ) -
Roof 414, Monday evening
Is this the em pee el ay
Or is this the you dee ay
Or is this the eye are ay
I thought it was the you kay or just
another country
another council tenancy
Agnes rubbed her temples and turned the opera on the radio up a little louder to try to drown out Perdita's loud and enthusiastic singing. It would be just her luck that Perdita had simply adored ( Read more... ) -
Room 414, Monday after 1st period
Agnes sat on her bed flipping through the books she'd had to get for for her Prophecy class. Considering she'd had to bother Granny quite a bit to give her some exercises to work on her own abilities to see something other than right-this-second, it was amazing to her that people could just sit down in a class and start learning about it. She was ( Read more... ) -
Room 414, Sunday evening
Agnes had very thoroughly explored the room she was sharing with this Joxer person and had determined that she should be able to put up a sheet to divide the room in half and allow them both some privacy ( Read more... ) -
Voicemail
"What is this? It's like a clacks? For voices? Oh. Who's telling me to press pound to save my message? I don't see a pound on this thing."
*sound of all of the buttons being pressed randomly*
"Poot."
*more button tones and the record beep*