Hogsmeade, October the Saturday, Apres the Adventures of the Talking/Rapping Squirrel.

( I PREFER ME SOME UNAGI IN THE AFTERNOON )

Anora and Hannah were out in the grounds discussing their latest scheme to thwart their arch-nemesis, Olivia. Anora had on a giant grin and was feeling like today was going to be a very productive day, indeed.

"I wonder if she'll be outside this morning," Anora pondered aloud. "It would be fantastical to execute this prank as soon as possible." She looked from Hannah to the castle, scanning the grounds for any sign of Olivia.

Anora woke up with her cheek on something cold and metallic.

What the...? she had absolutely no recollection of how she got to be where she was. Unsticking her face from the..shoulder plate? She looked to see exactly what she had gotten herself into this time. Time to gather the surroundings.

Letting her eyes focus, she saw that she was in the 7th floor hallway because she recognized the painting of the trolls on a safari.

Drawing her attention to her more immediate surroundings, she was sitting on the floor, with a suit of armour? Why was the suit of armour on the ground with her? And more importantly, why was the name GUSTAV engraved on the chestplate? And why was its arm around her?

"Oh, Merlin," she giggled. "Looks like we had a pretty wild night, yeah?" she asked Gustav, the suit of armour. "Don't suppose you could tell me how I ended up alone, with you like this, can you?" She allowed herself to wake up a little more before extricating herself from underneath Gustav's arm. "Sorry to leave you alone so early in the morning," she apologized. "But I mean, on second thought, I guess you're used to being alone? So I guess I should just be thanking you for your company. Or something. Okay this is getting weird, so I'm gonna go."

Yep, time to go and shower.
She traipsed off down the hallway, giggling to herself about the night before as random memories came floating back into her fuzzy brain.

UNDER CONSTRUCTION!

( Nora's threads! )

If anyone wants to thread with Nora, comment away!

So yeah, all the memories of Derek's highland dancing/rapping during a particular game of Truth Or Dare caused Anora to bully me into making this.

Not that I didn't enjoy it.



*DIES LAUGHING*