4th Floor Common Room, Friday Evening

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Teddy was cooking dinner. Frozen pizza in the oven, the height of culinary technique for a teenage boy. He had some pointlessly violent cartoon on the TV, most likely involving small animals and magical powers. He was totally set for the night.


[[ooc: open like a common room usually is, but slowplay due to baking of muffins]]

Gym, Late late late Friday Night

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Anders liked physical activity. It was familiar, habitual, even, and once he got into the flow of what he was doing it was very easy for him to just shut his brain down and act without thinking.

Sometimes not thinking was good. Sometimes he was all about the not thinking.

Which would be why he was working the weight apparatus like a crazy person, and had been for at least the past hour. He'd run out of steam fairly soon, at this rate, but he wasn't stopping until then.

[OOC: Open, if you're up at this hour. Anders is here for . . . an awkward and probably ill-advised encounter, but he's around.]