Roof, Saturday morning

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After a deliciously sugary breakfast, Cassandra made her way up to the roof. The party last night had interrupted her regular training schedule, and she needed to stay in shape.

The roof was still littered with the aftermath of the party: glitter, cups, food, a single shoe, all the sorts of things a party leaves behind. Which was good, really. It would make things more challenging.

Cassandra went through a quick series of stretches before working her way across the roof in a series of flips, cartwheels, and handsprings. The need to avoid all the litter on the roof made things a bit more interesting.

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4th Floor Common Room: Saturday Morning (all morning)

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Claire woke early by default, even after a long party, but she was thoughtful enough to quit her room as soon as she did, leaving the roomie to sleep.

Still in pyjamas and a big fluffy dressing gown, she curled up on the couch with cereal and chocolate milk, and switched the TV on to AMSF

It was the recent one with the really bad theme tune,but Claire wasn't that fussy.

Fourth floor common room, Saturday afetrnoon

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Jim wasn't what anyone would call a social person by any stretch of the imagination. He hadn't met any of the new students in the almost two weeks since he and Lana had returned from their mini-break. So he was now at least making the effort, plopping down on a couch and quickly discovering a replay of the Super Series game from last night.

He wasn't sure whether to cheer for Canada or Russia at first, but decided he should at least show some solidarity with their neighbours to the north and was soon shouting the occasional encouragement for the boys in red and white.

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Third Floor Common Room: Evening

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After putting off homework as long as possible, Ron figured he could push it even further by investigating the common room and trying to figure out this Tee-Vee thing he'd heard about.

After finding the remote and smashing several buttons, Ron managed to turn on the TV to find two sportscasters on.

"Hi. I'm Casey McCall and this is Dan Rydell. Welcome to Sports Night."

Ron blinked at the Tee-Vee. "Well, it's nice to meet you Dan and Casey. I'm Ron."

"Tonight on Sports Night we're going to take a look back at the US Open."

"Would you mind giving an update on England's Quidditch teams?" Ron asked politely. "I don't get the Daily Prophet here and-"

"And then later we'll go over the scores from today's college football games," the Tee-Vee continued.

"Could you at least give me the standing for the Chudley Cannons?" Ron begged.

"But first a word from our sponsor."

"Bloody hell, can't you hear me?"

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Second Floor Common Room; Saturday Night.

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There was a television set in the common room. There was also a refrigerator, a stove, a table with legs that all seemed even, no comic books or coconuts wedged underneath merely to keep the surface somewhere near straight. It was genuinely level, made so in a factory of other things genuinely level.

Adah was avoiding these notions of perfect, smooth running as if they came bearing e.Coli and other such viruses, quite possibly even the black plague. Eug alp kcalb. She was curled up on the couch, tightly, creating a cocoon, surprisingly comfortable, in the corner, as if the arm and the cushions around her would protect her from capitalist conveniences of a nation free from the Heart of Darkness. She was reading, a giant volume of Poe, ridiculously huge and unwieldy, ironic to the work itself inside, unless she was reading that horrible novel. She wasn't, though. She was reading The Bells. Again. Backwards.

Ghouls are they.
Human nor brute, neither are they.
Woman nor man, neither are they.
Stone a heart, human, the on.

So maybe Eop rendered himself to backwards well every once in a while. It was enough to satisfy her so that that Adah was almost willing to forgive the television for being utterly useless.

Almost.

She was just hoping that her suspicion that most people would be out and about on a Saturday night was true to fact and that she wouldn't at all be bothered; she needed the change in scenery, though, just a bit.


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