Gym, Saturday Afternoon

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The gym was a good place for a moody teen to spend time hitting things without get in trouble for it. He exhausted himself beating the heavy bag for as long as he could. Rather than call it a day when the sweat had soaked through his shirt, John decided to see just how far he could run on a machine that could take him nowhere.

It was the only way he could think of getting himself to a place where he was too tired to think about how the whole stupid argument was his own fault.

[open gym! cranky, sweaty teen!]

Third Floor Commonroom - Saturday evening, 11/29

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Liir had had some laundry to do, which had gotten done earlier today, and now was getting to some baking.

The first tray, the madeleines, were already done and had been separated; most on a platter for anyone who would come by and the rest in small bags for him to keep in his bag.

The second tray, which had just come out required coating in the chocolate sauce that was carefully simmering on the stove. Watching both the tray and the pan, Liir had to admit from the lovely chocolate mint smell that the new recipe was one he would have to use again.

Though he had to wonder why it was called a 'thin mint' with all that butter in it...

[open as common rooms are, with thin mint approximations!]