And you thought the days of room sharing ended in seventh year

[shnpc]

WHO: Teachers
TONE: Oh god they put us in a room together
RATING: PG for swearing
WHEN: Monday June 25th
WHERE: Rooms
WHAT: The teachers arrive at their retreat and get to settle in
STATUS: ongoing


[Everyone has arrived and been directed to where their rooms are. You get those fancy muggle key cards and some tickets for a free continental breakfast. You have to have your bags taken up by hotel staff though, muggles would think it's weird seeing trunks float anyways. You finally arrive to your room, it's silent, eerily silent. Oh god have your roommates already killed each other and left you to clean up the mess?]


[[ooc; The female teachers room is like the girls dorms at Hogwarts, it's charms so dudes can't get in. Girls can go in to the guys rooms though.]]

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ROOM 1 (Constance, Deirdre, Sybille, Milla, Tess, Chiara)

[shnpc]

[quasistellar]

[Constance has done enough travelling in her time to know the score. Unlock the door, tip the bellboy, and --

what. What even.]

You have got to be kidding me. Aren't we a bit old for bunk beds?

[Doesn't stop her from claiming top bunk on one set, though.]

[itsintheblood]

Apparently we're not. At least the sheets aren't covered in Unicorns and rainbows.

[quasistellar]

Thank goodness for small mercies, I suppose. Still. Bit ridiculous, isn't it? Not even the students sleep like this.

[itsintheblood]

[Tess tosses her bag down on a lower bunk and walks around the room and opens a door.]

One bathroom.

[quasistellar]

...you're kidding.

[Constance floats herself down. She has to see this for herself.]

What in the fresh hell is this?

[itsintheblood]

This seems like a form of natural selection.

[tomatatas]

[In the corner she's already claimed Chiara looks up, rolling her eyes at the words]

Apparently they think we're first years... The beds were more comfortable first year though.

[quasistellar]

They most certainly were. Tch, this is just ridiculous.

[tomatatas]

We're adults. Frankly we should all have our own rooms so we don't go completely insane.

[quasistellar]

You haven't discovered the worst part, then. If they were going to put us in here, they could at least have provided more than one bathroom.

[tomatatas]

[Horrified. This could easily be one of her worst nightmares]

Do they know how much time can be required to create an adequate, merely adequate appearance?

Italics=Italian

[tomatatas]

[Chiara had let the little muggle carry her things up to her room, the poor thing struggling under the weight of the trunk while she followed along eyes hidden behind sunglasses. A muggle or muggleborn would recognise them as designer.

Standing in the doorway she frowns at the bedding situation before directing the boy to the one tucked in the corner, flicking a tip at him as he happily left. Hopefully, by taking the bottom corner bunk she would find some solitude]

This is ridiculous...

[darrrling]

[ Milla has...about four suitcases. She's a fashionista, okay. ]

Didi, darling, we should bunk together! Do you want top or bottom?