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@hagroden

I'm down with that though I have no idea how he's going to understand all the squeaking lol 

@hagroden

I would intervene for you here but I'm more like an omnipresence that controls the school and staff when interacted with not really a language arts teacher lol

@Spirit

I always decide what sort of undergarments my characters wear. You don't?

What? it's an important character trait! and definitely not just for my own giggles!@Rune_Alchemist

Fair point. Fair and scandalous. hehe

@Too Old 4 This

Yes old tropes are the best tropes lol.

@everyone who actually cares to read this part - 

I noticed a lot of people curious about the otters and their ability to understand and or speak so I should clarify a bit, yes they understand you, no they can't speak like peoples, yes they know where all the books are, yes they'll help you find the books you want, no they will not appreciate it if you put the book back in the wrong place. And some of them will bite. If anyone cares about the otter that Legion just bumped into during my exposition, his name was actually Oscar lol

Man I get to read so many new things! I'm very excited, thanks again everyone.

@Rune_Alchemist

So that's a canon thing now? lol

@Rune_Alchemist

Same lol But I wanted to get that up cause I figured she wouldn't be and I thought it'd be hilarious lol

@hagroden

I will if it's actually bothering you but I promise I'm just teasing.

@Rune_Alchemist

Well, have fun with the room there princess lol

@Rune_Alchemist

Her quarters took some time to find, the hallway was expansive with finely lined furniture and carpeting. The walls were lined with fine wood framing large arches that expanded upward to support the structure of the hall. Doors lined both sides of the hall, every time Isilfarrel looked in their direction a string of letters burned on the door designating who it belonged to. A spell that was the handiwork of the Headmistress herself without a doubt. The doors were no more than 6ft apart from each other in any given stretch of the hall. Eventually she found her room very deep in the hallway, it took quite some time to walk to it. The door was a chestnut brown, made of the finest wood she had ever seen outside her homeland, and a finely designed door knob that was shaped in the form of a fae cradling a glowing rose with it's wings making the curve of the handle that fit almost to perfection in her hand. If she looked about, it was clear every door had a specially designed handle, one she saw was in the shape of a falcon's head, another in the form of a scorpion making the curve with it's claws and tail. Clearly only the finest craftsman could have designed these doors, and it filled her with a sensation of fine expectation. But as she shifted the door into and open position, it stopped not even half way in the swing. Upon inspection, some of her luggage was in the way. With some effort she managed to push it out of the way to see that her room was overcrowded with her belongings, stuffed in an unorganized fashion to the best of the staffs ability to put it all in. It was underwhelmingly small, containing merely a small shelf space for some books built into her wall, a desk also built into the wall that had an oil lamp placed nicely on the right close to it's edge, a window placed dead across from the door with no curtains, and a bed that took up only enough space to allow the door to swing open. Upon some inspection, the book case pulled open to reveal a small place for clothing storage. But besides a small storage shelf above her bed, this was the entire room. With her things stuffed in, she hardly had enough room to step into it let alone lay down on the bed. It was high quality furniture, the chair was well upholstered and comfortable looking, along with the bed that looked quite soft as her belongings sank into it as if it were embracing the objects with it's entire being. But she wouldn't be able to move the chair back very far at all without bumping into the bed, making it nearly impossible to get into the chair from the side with only a few inches to slide her way into it. It was obvious that this room was standard issue as she could hear noise from above her and from her side. It was truly the finest room that roughly 8 ft could accommodate. Though it was rumored the third years had very fine rooms, evident by the farther distance apart the doors on the right of the hall were.

<Snipped quote by Spirit>

Get your mind outta the gutter boyo. She is an innocent and pure little elf that likes frolicking through fields of flowers~
might as well go ahead and give her a riding crop in her personal effects

but yes, she went to her quarters.@Rune_Alchemist

For some reason, I don't believe you. lol

@Spirit

hmm~

Let's see. I haven't given it much thought, buuuut....

-There would be a number of books. Spell tomes, history books, general magical study books. Basically a lot of books. Would make up most of her luggage probably.
-Probably a few rare plant/flower seeds brought from the Elvish homeland. Probably going to plant those in her room when she's able.
-Changes of clothes of course and her scandalously lacy undergarments
-Maybe some alchemical/potion making apparatuses (though she wouldn't really know how to use them that well in practice. Just place 'em around the room to make her look smart)
-Various writing implements and some blank notebooks and journals.
-A a few of semi-precious stones.

That's what at I got at off the top of my head at least anyways. I don't think its an entirely comprehensive list, so If you want to add something or another for giggles, by all means. I'm a forgetful butt and can't remember all the stuff she'd have anyways@Rune_Alchemist

Lacy undergarments, and a slave? How scandalous!



Alright, and I presume she went to her quarters?

@Rune_Alchemist

Excellent work both of you, I think I'll take the opportunity to mess with her a bit. Can you describe any luggage she brought with her for me here?

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