Room 223, Sunday Afternoon
Oct. 16th, 2011 03:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
life_inshadowTara hadn't really expected anyone to do anything for her birthday this year. Her mom was dead, Kennedy was gone, and she'd be surprised if anyone else knew the date, let alone made a fuss. She wasn't complaining: She'd had a fantastic fall break trip and bought herself a few nice souvenirs along the way, and that counted as a celebration in her eyes. Besides, being 18 was its own kind of reward. It meant she was an adult. It meant she was free.
When she checked her mail, she found her father had sent a card with $5 in it -- and a blessed lack of a personal note. That didn't totally suck, and neither did the cupcake from Student Council. But when she found the present from Kennedy, well ...
Her day was pretty much made, and she immediately made a call to say thank you.
And now she was going to sit at her desk, eat the cupcake -- and try not to get icing on the pages of the spellbook.
[OOC: Open post, open door!]
When she checked her mail, she found her father had sent a card with $5 in it -- and a blessed lack of a personal note. That didn't totally suck, and neither did the cupcake from Student Council. But when she found the present from Kennedy, well ...
Her day was pretty much made, and she immediately made a call to say thank you.
And now she was going to sit at her desk, eat the cupcake -- and try not to get icing on the pages of the spellbook.
[OOC: Open post, open door!]
