Third Floor Common Room, Thursday Afternoon

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He'd dragged Merlin off to hunt early that morning. Even if the boy had absolutely no instincts or abilities that were helpful in any way, Arthur did need someone to carry what he killed. Because of his arm, he hadn't been able to do it the thrilling way, crossbows and all, but traps still worked just as well.

To shorten the tale, he was now seated in the common room. He'd granted the fireplace a passing glance that was rife with relief at the familiarity and seated himself.

He was roasting rabbit meat over the fire. Arthur was perfectly capable of taking care of himself when he didn't feel like having the servants deal with it. Or he was out in the wild. Or any other circumstance of its ilk. He'd be hard-pressed to survive if he didn't.

Roughing it held an odd twinge of relief, divorced from the local madness, and joined with his reality at home.

[[ open common room! ]]

4th Floor Common Room [Thursday, Evening]

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This was nearly two days without power, and Angela was actually surprised just how much she missed it. Not just because it the entire place was dark and freezing cold, although that was a major factor. Even aside from that, without music and television it was very quiet, and she wasn't really a fan of that.

The common rooms seemed to be the only places where it wasn't ice cold, so she took herself and her trashy novel down there, and curled up in her blanket on a beanbag near the quietly crackling fire.

For some reason she couldn't stop yawning. She'd only been to one class today, so she was blaming all the hot chocolate, the dim light and a warm fire. It was totally that.

[[open, as a common room usually is!]]