The stables: Friday afternoon

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Trenor was standing with his neck stretched right down to the ground, ears up, practically quivering with astonishment.

Just in front of his feet, head stretched up as high as it would go, was a wee charger who'd shed his knight somewhere along the line. Trenor snorted, just about knocking the wee horsie over, and it whinnied and reared, flailing its front hooves at him.

It wanted to play! This made a bored Trenor very happy, and it wasn't long before the charger was galloping around the yard with Trenor trotting slowly after him. When they reached the fence, Trenor reared, bucked, kicking his legs out for the sheer joy of it, and trotted away with the tiny horse chasing after him.

[ooc: I couldn't resist, and it's open if you want!]

Dorm grounds [after sunset]

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Luke had a hyperactive puppy to babysit over the weekend and the both of them had been cooped up entirely too long.

Which was why they were outside. Luke was wrapped up his robe--even if wasn't cold enough for people not from a desert world to be particularly chilly--and was trying to make a pile of leaves using the Force (it was taking a while, most of the leaves on the trees by the school were still stubbornly stuck to their branches) so he could jump in them.

Vladdie was, well, not making it easy. He considered two leaves a pile and was blissfully tearing through Luke's attempts to make it any larger.

[OOC: Open like a big space outside.]

Third Floor Common Room; Early Saturday Evening.

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Sometimes, there was just a simple solution to most problems. Take now. Chad was feeling both bored and hungry. As a rule, he didn't actually like much TV, and they didn't get Spontaneous Trips in the States and he'd exhausted his Carnivorous Kingdom collection, he was was left with MTV, hoping that maybe they might decide to start playing music again.

But they were playing a reality show. A model reality show. America's Most Smartest Model, to be specific, which should have just been background noise while he made himself (and anyone else who came in) some enchiladas, but...it was sucking him in.

And he was thinking he could total sweep the floor with half of these, on both the runway and the competition. He wasn't 11th in his class at Karakura for nothing, after all; he just didn't let on about that very well in regular conversation.

[[ dear tv producers: stop making addictive modeling reality shows; k thnx. Oh, and so totally open, omg ]]

The Roof, Saturday evening

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Charlie had gone up to the roof to work on a couple stories, so she'd have something new to give A.J. the next time she saw him. The Big Epic Graphic Novel was starting to develop a coherent plotline, but had now gotten tangled enough that she had to figure out who was doing what. Plus? She still needed to figure out where to put Turtle in there.

So while she made little charts and outlines for that, she was working on the Forest Fairy Tale for Beauty.

Verity stepped lightly as she made her way into the forest, looking above her on occasion, hoping to see a bird, or a butterfly; something warm and vibrant. But the only sight for what seemed like miles was the cool green foliage, whispering to itself...