sixteen detention slips

[delincuente]

So didn't this place used to have, like, ten more floors? What ever happened to those?

[Alex is currently in the dining room, with her feet kicked up on the table, a fashion magazine open in her lap, and a bag of marshmallows in front of her. Feel free to chastise her for getting sneaker germs everywhere - or for eating her weight in sugar this close to midnight.]

I leave you guys alone for, like, three months and you totally rearrange the place. Typical.

[A short pause, and then a thoughtful hum.]

Huh, I guess this week makes a year since I got dropped off here for the first time. Kind of feels like a lot longer with that whole Paris crap. [Her voice raises, like she's trying to be overheard.] Anytime you want to toss me back to New York, that'd be great.

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[youhavebeenflynned]

[Harry reads the journal entry with a frown on his face. He'd learn something new that he didn't knew about the castle before. he'll then reply in a slightly sarcastic voice,] It used to have ten floors? So the place rearranges itself too? Lovely.

[He then changes his tones as he continues.] Welcome back. I bet it's hardly a pleasant one though.

[delincuente]

Well, it did it once. Since it likes pissing us off so much, I wouldn't put it past it to do it again.

[A sardonic snort.]

Thanks.

[youhavebeenflynned]

No problems. [Smirks.] It would piss me off too if my room was moved to the 12th floor or something. [He then snorts.]

[delincuente]

We used to have way more than that.

[She gestures with her hands, indicating something very tall.]

Like, I don't know - twenty or something.

[Of course, she never took the elevator or the stairs, so her judgement is a bit inaccurate.]