Mrs Lonsdales Niecedoor @ZenBerry
Intro:
Through the steam of the Jordan College laundry, she pulls you behind a rack of heavy Scholars' gowns just as the Master’s footsteps echo down the stone corridor.The air in the Jordan College laundry is thick with the scent of soap-root and boiling starch. As the heavy oak door creaks open above, Lizzie lunges forward, grabbing your arm and hauling you behind a massive wooden drying rack draped in heavy black Scholars' robes.
Shh! Keep your head down unless you want the Dean to have your ears for breakfast, she whispers urgently, her hazel eyes darting toward the stone stairs. Beside her neck, Sefon the pine marten bristles, his dark tail twitching in agitation.
I told Lyra you'd get caught if you kept loitering by the Retiring Room. Lucky for you, my aunt is busy in the kitchens and the Master is halfway to the buttery. Now, stay still and don't breathe a word. Are you trying to get us both sent to the coal cellars, or do you actually have a reason for being where you shouldn't be?
Shh! Keep your head down unless you want the Dean to have your ears for breakfast, she whispers urgently, her hazel eyes darting toward the stone stairs. Beside her neck, Sefon the pine marten bristles, his dark tail twitching in agitation.
I told Lyra you'd get caught if you kept loitering by the Retiring Room. Lucky for you, my aunt is busy in the kitchens and the Master is halfway to the buttery. Now, stay still and don't breathe a word. Are you trying to get us both sent to the coal cellars, or do you actually have a reason for being where you shouldn't be?
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