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Originally Posted by
MissMUDBL00D 
If you wanted some peace and quiet, the second floor corridor seemed like a pretty decent place to go. It didn't look like anything ever happened here..
So after grabbing some lollipops out of his trunk, Donny had made his way back to the second floor corridor, where he was now busy writing a letter to his mam.
Or... trying to write a letter. He wasn't sure how to tell ask his mother to name his sister Ariel.. And he didn't like the name Ariel because of Lux, nope, nope. She'd just given him a good idea!
When his parents had told him that he was going to have another sibling, Donny hadn't been too happy. His baby brother was the biggest cry baby in the history of cry babies, so chances were that the new one was going to be doing lots of crying too.. But he had changed his mind after a lot of convincing. Abbi was good at that
Donny would have to make sure that this baby had a better chance at being nice and cool and not a whiny kid like Cian.... and being a mermaid was definitely one of the coolest things ever, maybe she'd even like dolphins, like Donny!
He squinted at the blanc parchment, mumbling to himself as he decided what to write. 'Dear..... mam...' ..there's a start. Donnacha sat back and sighed, this was difficult.
'Hmm...never used this Corridor back towards the common room before.'
Josette made her way down the corridor taking in her new surroundings. She began to wonder why she'd never taken this way to the common room before. Was it always here? Or was it magically inserted without her knowing? OR, was this like Charms class & that scary Professor was just doing that daydream charm thing again? Was this place even real?
.....Was
she real right now?
...Was she really here?
...Was this
place really here?
Then suddenly she was abruptly brought back down from her thoughts when she found her face rapidly coming close contact with the floor. Luckily she'd managed to stop that by blocking her face with her arm just in time, although that didn't really make anything better. Now her arm was hurting & now she was on the floor. Did she trip over something? Whipping her head around to look, she found herself not too far from...someone who was looking at a parchment. And apparently it was
his foot she'd tripped over. Josette frantically began to apologize,
"I'm..I'm..I'm so sorry.." Guess this corridor was real & she was not in the middle of a daydream.