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Montreal, Canada, Friday Afternoon
May. 18th, 2012 01:31 pmMontreal was quiet and normal. It had been, anyway, after the squirrels had left yesterday. Natalie liked that. Things were all as usual, and she was enjoying that. She was intending to stay for a while yet, too. Her father had insisted on a book shop tour tomorrow, and her mother a proper family dinner.
Both parents were at work now, though, so Natalie had the house to herself. Not that you could tell from the way that she was acting, since she was curled up in the arm chair in her room, as usual. Music was playing on the stereo, and her computer was open on the desk, as it tended to be. And she had a book in her lap, one for her French Lit class. It was like she'd never moved away.
Except she had a phone in her hand, and was picking Sam's number. That was definitely a change. And not a bad one.
[ooc: NFB, but open for emails and texts and calls (even other than the one she's making, omg.]
Both parents were at work now, though, so Natalie had the house to herself. Not that you could tell from the way that she was acting, since she was curled up in the arm chair in her room, as usual. Music was playing on the stereo, and her computer was open on the desk, as it tended to be. And she had a book in her lap, one for her French Lit class. It was like she'd never moved away.
Except she had a phone in her hand, and was picking Sam's number. That was definitely a change. And not a bad one.
[ooc: NFB, but open for emails and texts and calls (even other than the one she's making, omg.]
