Setting
A place for students to read, sit by the fire, socialize and study. Filled with antique portraits of members of the Featherwood family, this room gives off a historical yet warm vibe. Large windows surround the room, which is often dimly lit, and is often quiet.
The Lounge
A fireplace is available for lighting, the curtains are softly draped about the windows, and the portraits hang with little dust upon their frames.
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Well, well, well... Opal tossed a spherical piece of ice up and down in his hand, staring straight at portrait of one of the many dependents of the Featherwood family. Isn't this a proud place to be? The next time the ice flew threw the air he snapped his fingers and they became tiny specks of crystals that floated to the ground like feathers. He turned on his heel and walked towards the large windows, the moon shining beautifully above. He wondered if any of the students here were werewolves... Wouldn't that be lovely, a full moon with angsty teenagers transforming violently into monsters.
Opal smirked to himself and placed himself on the window's seat, looking out at the campus. It was only his first week here and was already feeling quite comfortable, but that was Opal in a nutshell. He could place himself anywhere and be "quite comfortable." As long as he had a place to sleep and eat, he was set. He had nothing to lose when he left home--only a failed attempt at a relationship with his over-bearing father--so a little freedom didn't hurt. Still, he didn't choose to do much anyway, and felt rather fond with this place, despite some of its pretentiousness.
Opal smirked to himself and placed himself on the window's seat, looking out at the campus. It was only his first week here and was already feeling quite comfortable, but that was Opal in a nutshell. He could place himself anywhere and be "quite comfortable." As long as he had a place to sleep and eat, he was set. He had nothing to lose when he left home--only a failed attempt at a relationship with his over-bearing father--so a little freedom didn't hurt. Still, he didn't choose to do much anyway, and felt rather fond with this place, despite some of its pretentiousness.
There was a shrill screech as a large hyacinth macaw flapped it's way into the lounge. It landed on the fireplace mantle and looked at Opal. The shrieked again, and again, and again, like any macaw.... the noise it made was simply... ear-piercing. If someone wasn't already crazy they sure would be after hearing such a noise. After a moment of sitting there it made a noise that sounded like hello, but it was hard for most people with untrained ears to decipher.
"Mr. Finklehopper!" A voice called from down the hall. Kestrel came through the door to the lounge and gazed around a moment before spotting the bird. He shook his head and walked over to it, then held his arm up for it to step on, "Step up," he told the bird, and it did. Mr.Finklehpper gently touched Kestrel's arm with his beak as he climbed onto the boy's forearm.
Kestrel looked at Opal, "My apologies... he likes to roam throughout the mansions sometimes..."
"Mr. Finklehopper!" A voice called from down the hall. Kestrel came through the door to the lounge and gazed around a moment before spotting the bird. He shook his head and walked over to it, then held his arm up for it to step on, "Step up," he told the bird, and it did. Mr.Finklehpper gently touched Kestrel's arm with his beak as he climbed onto the boy's forearm.
Kestrel looked at Opal, "My apologies... he likes to roam throughout the mansions sometimes..."
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