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 Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2008 2:08 pm
Only girls can come in here. Just like in the books, any boy trying to get in will turn the stairs to a marmar slide.
Here girls sleep, or retreat if they feel like it.
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 5:53 pm
Trista walked into her dorm and sat down on her bed. She let out a yawn and sprawled out onto the bed. She had intended to go to bed, but decided that she had best start writing her entry for her herbology report. She examined her plant and started to take notes of its appearance, and wrote of how it had been growing since her last class. When she finished, she returned her notebook to her bag, then cuddled up underneath her blankets and slowly drifted into a deep slumber.
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 12:00 am
Clara stumbled into the dorm room a little late and saw everyone else fast asleep. She quietly changed and crawled into her bed, pulling her sketch journal from her bedside table. She stared up at the ceiling and closed her eyes for a few seconds, the memories of a boy play in her head. She opens her eyes again and starts sketching what she remembers of his face.
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