Room 308, Wednesday Evening - Chilling Out

[the_merriest]

So that Umbridge lady seemed kinda mean, and Hermione certainly hadn't liked her very much. That was bad.

But how much trouble could a principal be? Really. Seriously. Besides, she and her Jude-dude had made up and therefore, all was right with the world. Plus Deadpool hadn't come looking for her yet about the car. That was a bonus.

So Rikku was sprawled out on her bed, humming to herself and bopping a little. And maybe looking over a ... letter. 'Cause tomorrow was Thursday and, well, no reason. Just, you know. Couldn't hurt.

Her door was wide open.

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[smartestone]

"Oh, I don't think she's crazy. I think she's entirely sane. She's just twisted," Hermione said firmly. "And yes, I do. Listen to her announcements, and the way she talks. A substitute wouldn't be dictating that girls and boys have separate rooms or deciding what goes on over the airwaves if she's planning on leaving."

[the_merriest]

"Why does she care so much?" Rikku folded her arms. "She's ... she's like the Yevonites, with the ... appearances, and things have to look proper and be proper and even if it's all lies, at least the lies are pretty and make sense, and if the truth is ugly and raw, then the lies are better."

[smartestone]

"Maybe that's exactly it," she mused. "And if she's the one telling us which lies to believe, she gets power from that."

[Crashing soonish.]

[the_merriest]

"Maybe ... she thinks if she says it enough, it'll be real. Or better than real. Something like that." She shrugged. "Either way, we need her out of her, fast."

[Night!]