Room 223, Tuesday Evening
Nov. 24th, 2009 09:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
life_inshadowTara had managed a phone call to her mother that morning, and they'd agreed it wasn't a good idea for Tara to try to come home for Thanksgiving.
Which was a relief on the one hand -- no trying to be normal with her father -- and a disappointment on the other, since she still missed her mother.
She put it to the back of her mind and settled cross-legged on her bed with a book on enchantments, stroking Mr. Moxy with one hand as she contemplated a spell that would make anything attacking turn into bunnies. It didn't strike her as the most useful idea, but it made her laugh.
[OOC: Cracked door, open post.]
Which was a relief on the one hand -- no trying to be normal with her father -- and a disappointment on the other, since she still missed her mother.
She put it to the back of her mind and settled cross-legged on her bed with a book on enchantments, stroking Mr. Moxy with one hand as she contemplated a spell that would make anything attacking turn into bunnies. It didn't strike her as the most useful idea, but it made her laugh.
[OOC: Cracked door, open post.]
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