Gym: Flag Football Practice, Sunday Noon

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John was hoping for some new recruits after the club event and the exceptional crayon posters he'd handwavily put up in the dorms last week. He'd managed to combine homework with club work and drew landscapes in the background.
( Flag footbally goodness )

[ooc: Practice is open to new players, old players, and oglers of all kinds. There's space in the gym for non-footbally goodness, too. If any chars need encouragement to join, John is more than willing to help. Please wait for Minimal OCD is up!]

The Stables, Sunday Morning (09/23)

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"Amō, amāre, amāvī, amātum. Vetō, vetāre, vetuī, vetitum. Iuvō, iuvāre, iūvī, iūtum...."

Beauty was currying Greatheart after their morning ride. She was also reciting her Latin grammar. This was something the big horse was used to, as he already probably knew more Greek than Beauty's old language tutor. Either he found the recitations calming, or he knew there'd be a bribe for him, in the form of an apple or three, at the end of it.

[ooc: Stables are open, post is open, especially if Beauty has already promised to introduce you to her horse. ETA: Also now posted in the correct place. Oops.]

Fourth Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening [9/23]

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Hoshi felt like eating light this evening. So she was making a large pot of miso soup and spring rolls. She made sure to make plenty extra in case anyone else wanted to try some.

While she was waiting for the soup to simmer, she started flipping through channels on the television set, stopping on what seemed to be a football game. She wasn't familiar with either the Bears or the Cowboys, but her father and grandfather were both football fans so she understood how the game was played.

[Open!]

5th floor common room, Sunday lunchtime

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River had slept late which was unusual, and then spent the morning teasing Berthold by throwing socks at him and catching them before he did. Eventually she got hungry and left her room for the common room kitchen, the tentacled monster in tow. Berthold was served a bowl of porridge, which made him sniffle disappointedly from under his blanket, but as the complaints didn't yield any results he eventually gave in and devoured the contents of the bowl.

For herself River made a fruit salad, accompanied by some leftover biscuits and a cup of coffee, and she took a seat on the couch.

[very open!]