Done, finally.

I hadn't realised how much stuff I'd managed to collect in, what... seven months of living here? Bloody hell. Between the magic bits and pieces and the various new clothes I've gotten, it took a few more trips than expected. Thanks for the transport help, Pixie. How's the evil suite mate holding up?

Oh, and I'm definitely cleaning under my bed more often in this room. You won't believe what was growing underneath the old one... And if you're going to stash food in weird places, make sure it's food that doesn't go off. There was some stuff that looked like it some of Homily's more gross potions, the ones that crawl after you if you try and pour them down the sink. Almost as bad as my box of magic stuff I got Pete to lock away for me that time and didn't get back to until a month and a half later. Ick.

Still, the new roomie and I have settled in quite well - we figure that if her parents come visit unexpected, we can just blame all the Tarot cards and other divining stuff on me.

Frenchie and I need suite mates. Is there anyone left? Otherwise, there's all this space and just us... *eg*