[[OOC: Nope, no pictures here. Describing it in true RP style!!]Italics = description.]]
Jemma's bedroom was different to the usual bedroom. Most bedrooms had colour schemes chosen to make the room look bigger, or what was currently "fashionable". Jemma didn't care too much for fashion. She didn't care for size too much, either. The more space she had, the more stuff she seemed to collect. An on-going cycle.
Jemma's room wasn't exactly a designers heaven. It had reasonably dark purple walls, which made the room look smaller, rather than bigger, but it helped to enhance the mystique of the room, and was a soothing colour. There was, of course, the Hogwarts four-poster bed, with purple covers and curtains, in fact, the room was pretty much dark purple walls, purple fabric and dark brown wooden furniture. Not exaclty the most popular choice, but Jemma loved it.
The exception to this was on top of her chest of drawers, which was covered in personal belongings, including photos and mementos of her past. Nobody knew what half of the stuff meant to her apart from herself. There was a crystal ball and a teacup, which people generally assumed to be related to her work. There were photos of various relatives, mainly of her dead mother with her mother's sister, her aunt. There was a small one of her with both of her parents and her brother, before their family split apart. There were other mementos, but small things, which would seem like junk to anyone else. These included small teddy, an old knut and many other things.
Jemma stepped into her room. It was an escape from everyone else, a chance to be alone. Yet on the other hand, it was good for her to socialise. She supposed it was good that she had the staff lounge right by her room, if she was too cut off from the other staff members she was in danger of becoming very anti-social.
Jemma want and sat in a big armchair by her window, and started to read a book. In fact, it was a textbook, the one she assigned to her NEWT level students. She liked to read ahead just before she taught the lessons, just so that she wouldn't forget anything or make a stupid mistake. Teaching the wrong thing was one of the worst mistakes you could make as a Professor.
Jemma wondered if anybody would drop in and see her today...
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