Most people look foolish wearing evening dress in the daytime. Laura de Winter is not one of those people.
She doesn’t even look perturbed when confronted with stone walls and hangings and high windows. She only registers that she’s in a new place when she cannot exit the room. Then her beautiful face tightens.
’I see that little toad made good on his promise.’ Hadn’t her foolish, naive son threatened to send them elsewhere with that time-travel device of his? Well. She’d just have to find him. She wouldn’t put it past him to gloat—it seemed she’d vastly underestimated his potential.
For the moment, however, Laura is here. And since the bit of paper seems to be a step to letting her go, she fills it in with the Dictaquill, elegant skin flushed with anger.
( Wafts of expensive perfume drifted my way. ) "I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ______Laura______
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _____Laura______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers underwear in a bunch. ___Laura________.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _____Laura________"