Gym - Tuesday Morning - 2/5/08

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No dreams.

It was a relief on two fronts: his mind had been blissfully blank last night and it had proved that it wasn't Andrew's room that was causing the dreams. It was, however, the only relief as he still felt terrible for what he'd done to Teddy.

So he'd headed for the ( gym )

[ooc: establishy (and long, jeez *facepalm*) but open]

Second Floor Common Room - Tuesday Afternoon

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Meg had promised to make Mister Deadpool blondies to make up for not being in class last week and that's what she was doing now. One batch was already done baking and sitting on a cooling rack and a second batch was in the oven. She had deliberately made extra knowing that if anyone smelled baked goods they'd probably demand a sample. As she was waiting for the blondies to cool she was decorating the red bag that she was going to put Mister Deadpool's share of blondies in. She had written his name in swirly lettering and was drawing little throwing stars and guns on the bag.

Meg was a good minion.

[Open, of course. And I'm amused by the fact that Meg is using Al Roker's recipe]

5th floor common room, Tuesday Night

[withoutverona]

Romeo was channel-surfing, which was not entirely unusual.

What was unusual, though, was how carefully he was listening to the actual words people were using, instead of dismissing them as baby talk and watching the picture to put the story together.

he was hoping for a fake-Big Brother, and possibly some other friends, to try his enhanced (or possibly reduced) vocabulary on.