Third Floor Common Room, after workshops

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Wearing the thick sweater and tweed pants Umbridge spelled onto his body, Johnny was grumpy as he sat down to find some sports on TV. The sweater was itchy and the pants were just ew. Like something someone's grandpa would wear. What the hell?

He was really kind of pissed his acting didn't work any better than it did. He could have totally burned to death and she wouldn't have touched him. Not even a stop, drop, and roll. The woman was freaking crazy.

"Maaaan, this sucks."

[CR is open.]

Fifth floor common room, Tuesday night

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It was dangerously close to curfew, but Sokka was curled up on the couch with Momo Jr., watching a movie and eating popcorn.

This may or may not have had anything to do with the big frikking sign on the wall that said

FANDOM HIGH 1st DAILY
"If anyone, from this point forward, is found breaking any decree I have set forth, punishment will be swift and unquestioning"
CURFEW-BREAKING AND PUBLIC DISPLAYS OF AFFECTION PARTY

Seemingly ignoring the sign, Sokka grabbed a handful of popcorn and munched on it.