Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20151019055431/@comment-27075534-20151020002846

((Gosh I'm so excited. OAO))

The room was swept, hoovered, even disinfected in places. Mari leaned back against her broom to look over her handiwork as every surfaces sparkled like ice. All that, and she still had some time to spare before middday, when... when... who was moving her things in, again?

She stopped, padding over to her dresser to check the student accomodation letter for her new roommate's name.

Right.

...When Calli Latrans would be moving her things in.

She looked over the room, from the woven rug her mother had sent all the way from Vologda, to her high- stacked  tower of Reggae CDs, to those hand-embroidered curtains above the study table that she so-very-much liked to show off.

Now that she'd had to clear all her things away from half the room, it was becoming apparent to Mariya that she had way too many posessions. No doubt one of the Reggae CDs had to go. Or two, maybe. Three at most. (She already had a spare copy of "The Dutchie Won't Pass Itself" back home with her mother, anyway.)

Still, what was a little less space between friends? Calli had had to move out of her old room in the middle of the term. Whoever she was, she could use someone sympathetic to welcome her. After all, uprooting yourself, from a place you'd already settling in, was no easy matter.

A twinkling, sparking shimmer caught her eye, as one of the Fairy Godmothers from the student accomodatios office blinked into existence in the air by her head.

"Are you ready for your new roomate?" Asked the floating admin worker.

"Da," Mari nodded, a hint of warning in her eyes. "But, after this, you must not move her room any more. You must have have stressed the poor child,"

"Right," the Godmother rolled her eyes, "*we* stressed the Latrass girl,"

"Vat does that mean?" Mari narrowed her own.

"Nothing! Your request to keep Latrans in your room on a permenant basis has been noted, be seeeing you 'kaythanksbye!"

The creature seemed almost grateful to leave, and Mari found herself scratching her head quizzically. How odd. How very, very odd.