Second Floor Common Room, Friday Night

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Jack had washed his bedclothes and put fresh sheets on the bed.

He tried to sleep. It didn't work. It didn't feel... right.

So... he was out in the Common Room, taking over a couch, with some extra blankets and sheets if anyone wanted to join in on a celebratory sleepover.

He had cookies.


Hrm....couch fort? He eyed the couch with a grin.

Second Floor Common Room, Saturday after the Memorial [2007.11.17]

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Jack had taken over the common room, had nearly cleared out the pie supplies section of the store, and was elbows deep in flour.

This was his memorial service. One week ago, Bart was making pies. Now, Jack was making some in his honor.

There was a sketch of Bart in one corner with a candle burning in front of it.

[Open as common rooms are. Pies are moddable.]

Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

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There was ice cream everywhere.

Milkshakes. Sundaes. Banana splits. Even a baked Alaska. Homemade ice cream sandwiches. A couple of gelati. Even a random lemon sorbeto. Ronan was standing at the counter, making dish after dish, a few well-placed wizardries keeping bowls of ice cream from melting before they could be eaten by whoever came by. The counter was already mostly covered, and there was still more sitting around in containers, ready to be served.

Bart had wanted ice cream, the previous Saturday. Ronan couldn't help but... well. There was a lot of ice cream, for whoever wanted it.


[Open, as common rooms usually are. Feel free to come by and get any of the aforementioned -- or other, freely moddable -- ice cream concoctions.]