A sizable flow chart covered a black board, and the two girls standing in the spacious room would periodically add a new name to the rather tangled web while taking turns smoking from a bong on the table next to them. An onlooker would find the entire process to be quite confusing, unaware of what the chart meant. But over the course of the past couple years, Indi Kemp and Imogen Alvarez had gathered an impressive list of shags, and decided that now would be as good a time as any to find out who they were connected to through those past conquests. Their Eskimo Sisters (and Brothers), if you will.

"What was that one bloke's name who you bonked last summer? I always thought he was a bit of a wanker, but I remember you telling me he was quite endowed. He rogered this girl, Katrina, at a party I went to just before school started," Imogen scrawled Katrina - Total Twit in a bubble and connected it to Indi's name. "Shame she's now connected to us, alie? But I hear she's part of the bloody Sacred 28, and throws wild parties. If nothing else, at least we'll have an in through the bond of Eskimo Sisterhood."
 
The curly-haired Slytherin paused to take a long drag from the bong packed with premium gilly, thanks to Indi's green thumb, and exhaled a chain of perfect smoke rings. "Fourteen! I think that's a new record, innit?"

Indica sat cross legged on the chair the room had deemed a requirement, Indi looked at the large blackboard, unattached from a wall, but rather on stilts, the sort that could swivel to the other side if needed and appraised the work being done.  It was a passing fancy, brought on by a serious hit of very good gilly.  She’d brought it from home and it was serious quality. 

Gripping her hands on her ankles, Indica laughed brightly and shook her head.  “Um… I think his name was Nolan… something Nolan, Irish?” she shrugged.  Indi was usually more for hook ups with people she already knew, people she got to know, but Nolan had been a spur of the moment choice.  Not a regretted one at all.  Humming, she shrugged and watched as the line was drawn between her and Katrina, bringing her count up to fourteen.  What a number.

“You can always use that excuse,” she grinned, “you know I prefer… a much more laid back environment,” she teased.  Indica wasn’t one for status or position, and she didn’t drink or do anything that didn’t grow out of the ground, so the kinds of parties that she imagined Imongen talked about and desired to go to were less appleaing to the Kemp girl.  Her parents had always encouraged her to seek out what she liked – she had tried. 

The results had not been… fortuitous.  “You know, I’ve never been an overachiever,” she commented with a wry smile, “but I think this is one to write home about?” she queried with an amused expression, holding out a fake piece of parchment and an invisible quill to write.  “Dear mum,” she began, “you would be so proud to know I have been experimenting with…” she glanced up at the board, “everyone, and it’s come to my attention that I am sexually connected to upwards of 14 – or more – people. Happy school, mom!” She laughed and leaned back into the chair and let out a long laugh, her neck stretching over the back of the chair. 

Sitting up slowly, Indi’s eyes adjusted and she smiled serenely.  “Whatd’ya think?  A solid letter?” She smirked and returned to grabbing her ankles.  “Or should we do a form letter for each of our parents?”