Third Floor Common Room: Afternoon

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In between bites from a giant sized bowl of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs, Ron would be seen smashing the keypad of the remote in an effort to find something decent to watch.

Eventually he settled on the BBC and watched in horror as two British women attempted to clean what had to be the most disgustingly dirty house he had ever seen.

"Bloody hell. That's actually someone's carpet?"

Perhaps eating food while watching this show was a bad idea.


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The pool, Thursday after classes

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"...and here we are! Ta-da!" Amber exclaimed, arms extended. "The pool, Hannibal, in all it's non-YMCA glory."

Amber had indeed, stopped by his room to see if he was ready to head to the basement, and to see if he had still actually wanted to go. It was a yes on both accounts and she couldn't have been more pleased.

Shrugging off her bag, slipping off her flip-flops, she grinned over at him. "Last one in is a rotten egg." And she ran the few feet towards the pool, diving in.

[Amber's here for Hannibal, who was modded with permission, but the pool is totally open, yo!] 

Gym - Thursday, late afternoon - 7/10

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Liir wasn't precisely practicing what Ino had taught him. He was practicing what Ino had taught him... with the broom.

After all, if he had a movable surface, something that could be pushed off of, pulled on, hung from, swung from, rolled with... well, it was certainly worth exploring the possibility of it's use, if only in practice to give him a bit of variety. After all, he doubted he'd only be attacked on flat ground with good footing and traction. Plus he could increase the height of a jump or gain momentum if he used it right; he didn't want to rely on the thing, after all, but neither did it do to let untapped potential just sit there.

There were too many things happening, here and in Oz, to have that be an option.

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Fourth floor common room, Thursday evening

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"So," Dean began, grinning at his double, settling on the couch with the remote, popcorn and a mlkshake, "how many zombie flicks do you think we can get through tonight?"