October 25th, 2005

eight ball.

(no subject)

17 September 1975
Slytherin Common Room

*having decided to skive off herbology for the afternoon, Marisa's gotten comfortable in a chair and is tucking into a book she's been wanting to spend some time reading for ages. she's fervently hoping not to be disturbed.*

*sips a mug of tea, briefly considering going up to the dorm to put on more comfortable clothes, but if someone does come along she doesn't want to be made fun of for looking more dishevelled than usual. it's raining, and she's glad to be inside instead of trekking out to the greenhouses like everyone else.*

*the door opens and she doesn't look up, hoping whoever it is will decide talking to her isn't high on their list of priorities.*