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((RP open to members of Ravenclaw House))

Getting magnificently drunk had seemed like a good plan at the time. But even the granddaughter of an anthropormorphic personification can only drink so much before simply dozing right off, and somewhere after glass number six, Susan had fallen soundly asleep, curled up in the armchair in front of the fireplace.

She woke in the grey dawn, stiff and sore and with a head that felt indescribably awful. "'lo, Bilious," she muttered, trying to crack a joke, but the attempt only made the throbbing worse.

Adding insult to injury was the realisation that her memories of Tuesday's events were thoroughly undimmed. Clearly, to achieve an appropriate state of anaesthesia, a state of constant intoxication would be required ... and that truly wasn't Susan's style, so she was going to have to learn to live with it.

Enough of that; thinking about it drove the headache to blinding levels -- in the meantime, she was still wearing yesterday's grass-stained skirt and torn stockings, and she need to wash, and maybe see if they had any interesting hangover cures. She tidied up the bottles, picked up the Nimbus (at least she had that to be grateful for) and headed off to the dorms.

Date: 2006-02-17 09:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ewoodhouse.livejournal.com
"It is a pleasure. There is our prefect, of course. And I believe there's a little blonde girl running around. Oh yes, and some Egyptian woman passed out in the common room. But other than that, it appears that they do not wish to condescend to our company."

She frowns at the rudeness, but then smiles again.

"There are several spare beds in my own room; perhaps we shall get you settled there? I have never shared a room before. It is sure to be an adventure, is it not?"

Emma turns to lead Susan to her room.

Date: 2006-02-17 10:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ewoodhouse.livejournal.com
"Quite well, quite well. I have met some dear gentlemen in Ravenclaw, Mr. Winchester and Mr. Pierce. And of course Lord Wimsey. And those are just our housemates. I was concerned when I was sorted here instead of Slytherin that I would not meet many gentlemen of quality; I am happy to note that I was in error."

She opens the door to a well-kept room, with the bed near the window already taken. It has been decorated as elegantly as Emma can manage with her limited supplies, the bronze and blue Ravenclaw colors carefully matching the new tablecloth.

"I have also met several young ladies who, of course, require some guidance. It is so strange some of the ideas they have regarding marriage. I try my best. Otherwise I have had a marvelous time at Hogwarts, for my first week."

She fails to mention the Slug Club and Roland, but that's something she won't even tell her closest friends unless she is forced to.

Date: 2006-02-17 11:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ewoodhouse.livejournal.com
((Ok, thank you! I am always happy if someone helps me roleplay more accurately. BTW, do you remember if Hogwarts has baths connected to the rooms?))

"Indeed, he was one of the most pleasant individuals I had the honor to meet during my sorting. Does he not say just the most amusing things?"

She gracefully pulls back a chair at a small table, allowing Susan the option to sit. "And I am glad that you find happiness in our room. Please, feel free to do what you must to ease your homesickness. The baths in this castle are remarkable, you do not even need to wait for the water to warm. Isn't that the thing?"

Date: 2006-02-17 11:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ewoodhouse.livejournal.com
"Yes, well... I believe fine manners are among the characteristics of intelligence." She thinks of Johnny, but is too polite to mention him. Besides, other than interrupting her conversations with applicants to insult the candidate, he had done little to vex her.

"Oh, yes. The fowl reminds me that I have letters of my own to write. Perhaps I shall do so once we get you properly settled, hmm? Oh, you were a governess? How lovely. My dearest friend in Highbury is my former governess, Mrs. Weston. She is an excellent woman, falling little short of a mother in affection."

Date: 2006-02-18 05:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ewoodhouse.livejournal.com
Emma looks at her for a long moment, and blinks several times in confusion. She then remembers to do the polite thing, and forces a laugh. "Ha. Ha ha. Ha ha ha ha ha ha."

She curtsies again. "Good bye, dear Susan." After the lady is off to her bath, she sits at the desk. She places the quill in the ink, and begins to write several letters.

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