Open RP: Who, Me?

[carri3-whit3.livejournal.com]

Carrie found the flier in the Hufflepuff common room on her way to breakfast. Once the shock subsided, she grabbed parchment and quill and copied the information to study over coffee. Lots and lots of coffee, this was going to take.

Candidates for Hufflepuff prefect....Jeeves, Quaxo, Toki - Carrie.

She read and reread her scribbled notes until her vision blurred. Prefect?! When did this happen? How did this happen? Why would anyone put her up for such a thing? The only time she'd ever nominated for anything, much less elected, the honor came with a punch line at the end... Then again, there was always the chance someone meant it as a compliment - wasn't there?

Although she wasn't really aware of it, the table and all the objects on it began to tremble ever so slightly.

((Feel free to come poke her. I'll be in and out today, but I'll be checking in as often as I can!))

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[teamseaslug.livejournal.com]

Osaka is rather surprised to see her cereal shaking. She didn't think there were earthquakes in Scotland... except it was only the table that was shaking. That was weird. She leans over to check on the states of other people's breakfasts. "Excuse me? I think there might be something wrong with this table."

[sam-the-slayer.livejournal.com]

The cause of Carrie's shock and confusion wandered into the Great Hall, leafing through an actual copy of Hogwarts: A History that he'd gotten from the library. The book was fascinating, and so he barely paid attention to where he was going until he happened to glance up and saw a nearby table shaking.

He closed the book and might have walked on except that he recognized one of the people at that table.

"Hello, Carrie," he said with a shy smile as he sat down across from her. "You look a little upset. Is something amiss?"