Fourth Floor Common Room; Tuesday Afternoon.

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Setsuna was hungover. She was cranky. She had been a crow already today and couldn't stand being in her room because there was far too much Jude-ness in there, since, on top of being hungover, cranky, and post-crow, she was also suddenly single. She needed hot tea and a corner of the couch to curl up in and mope in, pronto. So that's what she did. Sitting quietly, cuddled up around her mug, staring disenchantedly at the blank television screen.

She was hoping she put off enough of an aura of emo and hate to ward off too much happiness from trying to enter the room.


[[ open, as common rooms are. I disappear in a bit for a class, but I'll be back after that ]]

Roof, Tuesday night

[nadiathesaint]

Okay, so it was raining, but it was also a bit warmer than it had been recently, and Nadia felt that the roof had been much neglected.

So she was sitting on the edge of it with an umbrella in one hand, looking out over the town and making up rhymes about the colors of the street lights reflecting off the pavement.

It was funny how you could tell someone something and then later realize that it's true. Her conversation with Aziraphale had been like that.

And if even an angel can worry too much about his friends and blame himself for them getting hurt, then who was to blame a lowly human for doing the same thing?

[ooc: open. I don't wanna stare at my NaNo right now.]