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A parlour-type room, the room was wallpapered in a rich burgundy, gold, and cream curliques, lit with gas lamps, their tongues of blue flame licking the glass that they were housed in. In the centre of the room was a grand piano, the ebony and ivory keys yearning to be played.

The floor was carpeted in matching hues with the walls, and some additional spots of celedon and cream, the pattern of vibrant flowers repeated throughout the room.

There are large windows facing the east, the view of even steeper hills beyond the hills of England. These are dressed with lace curtains. A working fireplace with a large mantle painted cream is opposite of these.

Also in the room are comfortable couches and chairs lining the walls, photos and portraits of the headmasters of the past forty years above.

Female students may use this room to gather with friends, study, play the piano, drink tea, or hold club/organisation meetings. Prior permission may have to be obtained to insure that the room is kept open for said meetings.

Larisha ignored the paintings on the walls. She ignored the piano. She ignored the wallpaper, the ornate designs, the intricate details that were put everywhere.

She went straight to a couch and touched her lip lightly with her index finger, staring down at it. Then she rested her knee on it, bouncing up and down to test its springs. Soon after that she was lying down with one arm dangling off the side and her eyes staring at the ceiling, sighing. Just great. She wasn't going to go back to her room. Nuh-uh. That girl took teasing way too far. It was like beating up a little kid: just not fun. Not fun at all. Several kids passed by, enjoying the scenery. Larisha stayed where she was, then eventually turned on her side and rested her eyes. Now she was in a somewhat curled position facing the back of the couch. She took the biggest couch there was, leaving only dinky chairs. Sucks for everyone else. It would take an elephant to wake her up...

((^^;;; Oh, umm, Cwen left for library already. Sorry if it wasn't that clear.))

((Here you go. I'll have her come back.))

On the way from the library back to her room, Cwen noticed that there were several others in the room. Despite her lack of wanting to socialize, she couldn't help but notice the existence of life in the area. Not really wanting to socialize, Cwen stalked into the common room and simply observed the other two occupants.

Starting abrubtly as the piano key rung clearly into the slience of the room, Kat peeked around the back of the cozy chair. The fisrt thing she noticed about the girl tapping the keys in the center of the room was her hair. Scarlet, cherry red and bright as can be. After her eyes recovered from the initial shock she looked at the girl, whose face was turned away from her. She seemed not too imposing, rather stocky and lacking some curves, but she could tell she was a girl. Maybe she would go up and intoduce herself. She may as well get to know someone other than her roomate who was, for lack of words, unpaletable.

Kat turned and faced the fire, brushed out her rumpled skirts, and stood, wincing as she did so because she had been siting down for so long. She yawned quitely and walke dover to the girl. Standing just to the side of the figure she introduced herself. "Hello. My name is Katheryn. Pleased to meet your aquaintance." She curtsied slightly.

Kat smiled in return. It was nice to know she wasn't the only one who was overwhelmed by the giant school. "Yes. Indeed I have just arrived as well. I have not had the chance to look around the school as of yet. Just getting to my room was difficult and I shan't let myself get lost on the first day..."

Kat paused for a minute and then as if remembering something suddenly spoke again. "Addie, you may call me Kat. My name is awfully long and it is not easy to say when conversing. I agree fully with you that it seems a very comfortable place. I have not seen any of the classrooms yet, have you? What do you plan to study here?" A strand of dark hair fell across her face and she gently moved it to her back again.

Larisha wasn't exactly sleeping; she was just resting her eyes. The girl rolled over and, in a heap of skirts, tumbled off her couch- with a shriek- and landed inelegantly on her side. The intricately-weaved carpet was a welcome home for her crash, and her arm was soon free of pain after she rolled onto her belly and did a push-up into an Indian-style position. She paused, flattened out her skirt- for a moment her hand reached for its opposite elbow, but she decided against it- and looked around the room at the array of females.

She then looked down at her apparrel. Her hands rested on her gray skirt, torn in some places with a long thread drooping down from its hem. Larisha grabbed it and tore it off- making sure she didn't unwind any more of the scratchy wool skirt- and moved her arms up to her blouse to pull it over her stomach. Honestly, why did her parents spend more money on her sister Tara if they wanted Larisha to learn to be a lady? It was enough to confuse and infuriate her.

Then her eyes wandered to Cwen, sitting daintily just like a noble should. Larisha's index finger tapped her lip for a few seconds, then she stood and strode over to the redhead.

"You," she directed at Cwen, "are you going to the Ball tonight?"

It was more like a demand.