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Post by Dawnmist on Dec 16, 2014 19:39:45 GMT
Located in Hufflepuff Basement, below ground level behind a stack of barrels near the kitchens. In general, it sports the colours yellow and black (all associated with the house). It also emphasises comfort, said to be "the coziest common room of them all". It is at one floor below the ground and is very sheltered from the elements, generally allowing students to sleep easier than those in the towers. |
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Post by Dawnmist on Jan 8, 2015 23:34:38 GMT
Tessa waited by the entrance of the common room, hoping to find her sister and ask for the present from Bianca's father. She was more than a little apprehensive, knowing what she knew about Elizabeth's true nature. Truth be told she felt completely and utterly betrayed by the knowledge, and yet she had pushed it aside with her other fears and upsets, in exchange for the cheerful demeanour that had become her coping mechanism.
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Post by Copper on Jan 8, 2015 23:52:07 GMT
Elizabeth was coming outside, her newest stolen book from the restricted section wrapped in a scarf.
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Post by Dawnmist on Jan 8, 2015 23:55:12 GMT
"Hi," she said, a laboured smile working its way onto her face. "I was just hoping to catch you. Mr Vargas said he gave you our presents."
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Post by Copper on Jan 9, 2015 0:57:32 GMT
"Oh! Yeah. I put them all up with my stuff in the dormitory. There's also stuff from Uncle Veneziano and Aunt June. Here, I'll take you there."
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Post by Dawnmist on Jan 9, 2015 7:07:18 GMT
She nodded, struggling to repress the mixed emotions battling across her face as she followed her sister.
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Post by Copper on Jan 9, 2015 10:52:43 GMT
Elizabeth guided her sister down a set of stairs to a cozy room, where on a four-poster bed at the edge of the wall sat a large pile of presents.
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Post by Dawnmist on Jan 9, 2015 16:11:20 GMT
"How have you been?" Tessa asked tentatively, curious about te answer she might receive. She hadn't spoken to her sister at all since the incident by the lake, and she had been thinking constantly about it since.
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Post by Copper on Jan 9, 2015 16:24:28 GMT
"Well, I've been reading up on tumors to learn more." This was half true. Her research into the Dark Arts had provided her an inkling of an idea, one that could possibly help her sister.
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Post by Dawnmist on Jan 9, 2015 19:28:20 GMT
The familiar sting returned to Tessa's eyes, and she blinked a few times to clear it. "That... that's really sweet of you, Lizzie. I don't know what to say." She offered a sincere smile, wondering how on earth Nic and Giovanni could be so sure of her wrongdoings.
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Post by Copper on Jan 9, 2015 23:14:00 GMT
Elizabeth only smiled in response. But when can I tell her the truth about it? Sure, it's Dark Arts... but maybe she'll understand. And maybe she'll understand about the sacrifice required. "Hey, I didn't want to open our presents until you go here. But Uncle Romano and Veneziano got something for you that wasn't wrapped, and I know you'll love it."
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Post by Dawnmist on Jan 9, 2015 23:17:51 GMT
Her face lit up in anticipation. "Let me see. I should send an owl to thank them straight away."
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Post by Copper on Jan 9, 2015 23:21:29 GMT
There was a little mew as a small, silver tabby kitten curled up at Tessa's feet. Around her neck was a bright red ribbon, which read: 'To Tessa, from your favorite uncles.'
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Post by Dawnmist on Jan 9, 2015 23:26:22 GMT
Tessa raised a hand to her mouth, stunned into speechlessness for a few seconds. "Oh... Oh, she's beautiful!" The Ravenclaw crouched to reach a tentative hand out and stroke the kitten. A thought occurred to her, and she looked up at her sister. "Wait, is she even a girl?"
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Post by Copper on Jan 9, 2015 23:27:23 GMT
"I'm pretty sure it's a 'she.' We can check. So, I guess they thought that a cat would cheer you up."
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Post by Dawnmist on Jan 9, 2015 23:31:48 GMT
"They were right," she said, eyes creasing in a smile as the tiny creature let out a purr. "I can't wait to show Bianca. She needs a name too... Gosh, what do I feed her?"
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Post by Copper on Jan 9, 2015 23:34:20 GMT
"Think about that later. Right now, presents." She tugged her sister towards the bed, grinning.
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Post by Dawnmist on Jan 9, 2015 23:35:34 GMT
"There's more?" her eyebrows raised in surprise as she seated herself on the end of the bed.
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Post by Copper on Jan 9, 2015 23:37:31 GMT
"Sure. This big one's from Aunt June, here's one from Mr. Montoya..."
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Post by Dawnmist on Jan 9, 2015 23:39:57 GMT
"I love presents," she said happily, taking them into her lap and beginning to tear open the present from June. She was reminded of Christmases spent at home with her family long ago, and felt a surge of affection for Elizabeth. They had been very close for a while as young children, although something seemed to have shifted since.
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