Room 425, Saturday Morning

[new_it_girl]

Hanna was sitting by the window in her room, staring off at nothing in particular. She had just woken up days earlier from a coma she suffered after falling down a well, so her expressions were more pensive than usual. This might be even more life altering than that time she faked her own death or when she was on the losing end of a random love triangle. It had been a traumatic year! Life was hard.

At least she felt safe. For now.

Too bad she didn't seem to hear that ominous music in the distance...

[can be open, though expect some SP]

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[smartestone]

Hermione wasn't supposed to be here. She knew she shouldn't. Her psychiatrist had advised against it, but she just couldn't stay away. Surely Hanna had gotten all the anonymous presents she'd left during the coma! All Hermione wanted to do was get to know her.

Because then she'd know how she could be just like her.

While Hanna was looking out her window, an envelope was slipped under the door or through the open door, what have you. Inside it was a photo of Hanna while she'd been walking around, just doing things, with a note on the back that read Your hair looked really perfect that day.

Of course she would appreciate it. Hermione was sure of it! Now she just had to race back to her telescope to see her reaction.

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Hanna reached for the envelope, thinking it was another get well card. When she opened it, she let out an over dramatic gasp. Frantically, she looked around her room, paranoia already setting in.

She glanced at all of the random gifts she received during the coma: teddy bears, flowers, balloons, that one card that had not been signed. Could one of those be from her mysterious admirer?

At least the note was correct. Her hair did look perfect that day.