Room 308, Tuesday morning

[smartestone]

Hermione heard the announcement. She thought this would be a huge failure, yes. What's really scary is that it doesn't even alarm her anymore that her first thought was to spend tonight in the hall in a sleeping bag.

She'd made the decision that for every announcement, Umbridge needed to be negatively reinforced. Thusly, she was sitting on her bed, knitting more oddly-shaped socks and wondering whether the dildo cozy conga line should wait a couple days, or if she should just keep up with it the whole week.


[Mostly for people interested in this post. I'm headed to work soon, but will check when I can throughout the day and be back at 5:30 PST. Yay SP!

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[witchy-prue.livejournal.com]

"I have to be around the same area." said Prue. "But I can do it with my eyes so nobody would really be able to accuse me of anything other than loitering."

[smartestone]

"That's good!" Hermione said, and admitted, "The worst part about this is worrying that other people will get punished for it."

[witchy-prue.livejournal.com]

"You don't have to worry about me. I've dealt with worse." said Prue. The whole dying thing gave you a whole new perspective on punishment.

[smartestone]

"Good," she said. "Um. I don't mean good, but... You know what I mean."