It had been a long week for Larissa, being one of the first students picked up by this rumbling hotel of horrors. The familiar sound of an idle engine and feet moving reminded her of the fact, signaling their umpteenth pick-up. Really, the first two nights with Mercury behind the wheel had been the worst of it, as a majority of the rooms were empty, and there wasn’t much for Lars to do outside of keeping herself company while enjoying the wonderful sensation of being jostled about like a rag doll. They were on the very last stretch of the trip now though, and things had become a whole lot livelier with a majority of the upper level rooms having been filled.
Lars herself had been placed on the 10th floor, in room 26, where she spent a majority of her time with her birds. While Gar had become quite use to these trips, Bel was still adjusting, and was unfortunately much more panicked than his older brethren. She would often sneak both of the little-feathered devils into the Tomb from time to time, hoping that the much more open area would help them relax, and subsequently, help her wind down as well.
The familiar sound of footsteps at the entrance to the Tomb reminded her once again that more students had arrived, a majority of them quickly making their way down to the steadily crowding common area. Even this early in the morning, there was no escaping the hordes of young witches and wizards that currently occupied the car, but the crowds never bothered Lars any. She sat contently on one of the couches towards the corner of the room, her birds settled on the cushions beside her, while she quietly watched more students pour into the large room. Some of their faces were familiar, recognized as classmates or club friends, but a majority of them were new, most likely incoming first years.
“Mm, this place is getting packed.” Lars chirped lightly. Beside her, Bel began making small noises too, suddenly very interested in the large number of people around him. He’d mimic a word or two every now and again, choosing to spout them at anyone who got too close. He sometimes acted like others should actually understand the jumble of words he said, and was often displeased when he didn’t receive an answer back. Lars only smiled at his antics, tossing apologetic glances to any students who didn’t appreciate the obnoxious bird talk.
Lars herself had been placed on the 10th floor, in room 26, where she spent a majority of her time with her birds. While Gar had become quite use to these trips, Bel was still adjusting, and was unfortunately much more panicked than his older brethren. She would often sneak both of the little-feathered devils into the Tomb from time to time, hoping that the much more open area would help them relax, and subsequently, help her wind down as well.
The familiar sound of footsteps at the entrance to the Tomb reminded her once again that more students had arrived, a majority of them quickly making their way down to the steadily crowding common area. Even this early in the morning, there was no escaping the hordes of young witches and wizards that currently occupied the car, but the crowds never bothered Lars any. She sat contently on one of the couches towards the corner of the room, her birds settled on the cushions beside her, while she quietly watched more students pour into the large room. Some of their faces were familiar, recognized as classmates or club friends, but a majority of them were new, most likely incoming first years.
“Mm, this place is getting packed.” Lars chirped lightly. Beside her, Bel began making small noises too, suddenly very interested in the large number of people around him. He’d mimic a word or two every now and again, choosing to spout them at anyone who got too close. He sometimes acted like others should actually understand the jumble of words he said, and was often displeased when he didn’t receive an answer back. Lars only smiled at his antics, tossing apologetic glances to any students who didn’t appreciate the obnoxious bird talk.
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