Cthulhu cabin, Alcove #, Sunday afternoon

[smartestone]

Hermione's having another really bad day. This would be due to the pile of rubble that is now the school (and don't think that didn't get a freaked out squeak from her), a return to the dorms to drop off her things and wtf, only to find a note from Rikku that reminds her that they're back in cabins. She's been a little distracted. She packs up her things again, despite still not feeling well apart from what can be politely described as the jet lag from hell, and goes to find Cthulhu cabin.

Once there, she puts her things in the empty alcove on her side and makes two phone calls before settling in.

[I've never known what alcove to be in.
Open, especially if she called you.]

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[witchy-prue.livejournal.com]

It hadn't taken Prue very long to find Hermione's cabin (what the hell was a cthulhu?). She felt kind of awkward about being somebody's little sister when she's been an older sister for the last twenty-something years.

"Um...Hermione?" she called out into the cabin. She didn't want to just barge into somebody's alcove.

[the_merriest]

Rikku hopped by the cabins Sunday afternoon, wandering until she found Cth- Cuth- Okay, it was spelled weird for how Hermione had pronounced it, but whatever it was called, here it was.

She knocked, bouncing a little to herself and holding a package of sorts.