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Saturday Evening, Room 217
Aug. 25th, 2007 10:28 pmAfter a busy day of cookie making, cheer camp, and the Cheerleaders vs. Flag Footballers water gun fight, Savannah had showered and changed into a pair of leggings and a comfortable over-sized t-shirt.
She was curled up on her bed with a notebook, attempting to write a letter to the folks back home.
It wasn't going well, as there were several things that she didn't dare tell them.
Like about Umbridge.... or Eve... or Johnny... or Chris... or pretty much anything that made up reality here in Fandom.
She could always ramble on about Cheer Camp and how she had registered for classes for Fall Semester...
...maybe she should just sketch instead.
[[OOC: Open]]
She was curled up on her bed with a notebook, attempting to write a letter to the folks back home.
It wasn't going well, as there were several things that she didn't dare tell them.
Like about Umbridge.... or Eve... or Johnny... or Chris... or pretty much anything that made up reality here in Fandom.
She could always ramble on about Cheer Camp and how she had registered for classes for Fall Semester...
...maybe she should just sketch instead.
[[OOC: Open]]
