33 Apocalypse Ave, Thursday Evening

[not_in_the_book]

After the meeting at the town hall, Ronan sat at his kitchen table, planning. "So I'm thinking water guns," he said. "And maybe balloons? But water guns probably mean better aim."

On the stove, he already had a pot of cocoa simmering, and the ingredients for chocolate pudding where out on the counter. Someone was taking the 'they can't handle taste' thing to heart, yes.

[Expecting one of the temporary roommates, but open for all, or for anyone else who'd be coming by!]

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[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I can only imagine. Batter all over that uptight pink suit. Did you get the kitten plates as well?" The ever so creepy kitten plates.

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan shrugged. "Don't actually know. We left the box for her overnight, with the cupcakes in a stasis spell set to break when she opened them. But I imagine she got... Well covered."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel closed her eyes and tried to remember Umbridge's office. She'd only been in it once, which was more then enough even if it did ultimately lead to her and Wyatt getting together, but the memory stuck.

It was something about the kitten plates watching every move she made.

"Oh yeah. You got her good then. Excellent."

[*yawns* Gonna sleep soonish.]