The Gym, Sunday Early Morning

[intraspective]

Her mood had settled into something bland, something neutral. After talking to Kabuto last night, and then faced with the prospect of people leaving--and she hated that, seriously--Ino had been up even earlier than normal.

And so, was in the gym even earlier than normal practising her taijutsu--hand-to-hand combat--while she waited for Liir. Who was late and getting later.

She was Not Thinking about Things.

[ETA: Edited so as not to be Jossed zomg. Ino's waiting (futilely) for Liir, yes. But totally open for all your gymish or Inoish needs if you catch her before she heads off to check on Liir!]

Fifth Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

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Triela had been having a bad day. Bad weekend, really, if she were to be honest. The headache had begun on Friday and only intensified through to today. This wasn't something totally new, of course, and so she knew that it would probably peak tonight and that in the morning she'd wake up with just a painful memory.

She had moved herself out into the common room where she could replenish the ice in the towel draped across her forehead without going far and she found herself leaning back in a chair, head flopped back against the head-rest.

The truth was that despite the oddness, she was going to miss this place.

[Common room!]