urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:p_squared p_squared sharminr@aol.com p_squared 2010-03-15T00:55:17Z urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:p_squared:468 2010-03-15T00:55:17Z 2010-03-15T00:55:17Z  Parvati sat in the common room, her legs tucked underneath her. She had her books in front of her on the table, but had taken a break from studying to thumb through an old magazine. Reading a section on a potion for split-ends, she grasped the ends of her own hair between her index and middle finger. Making a note to try the potion, she flipped the page with a yawn.