Fourth Floor Common Room; Sunday Evening

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It was so frakkin' weird being a graduate, Eve had decided. Especially since she was sticking around for the summer. She was glad that she was, but it still gave her a whole bunch of weird feelings.

Therefore she was ignoring them by sitting in the common room and watching random crap on TV.

You wouldn't even have to fight her for the remote!

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Second Floor Common Room; Sunday Evening [ 05/03 ].

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Turtle Wexler was encountering a major problem, on a day where one problem just seemed to build and build and build, so a major problem was definitely major. Because, as if breaking up with your boyfriend in a horrible, awful, icky, make-you-feel-like-dirt way wasn't enough, there was still the fact that you still lived with him and you couldn't spend more than two minutes inside your room without breaking out into bawling sobs.

Jeff had said something about seeing her in the room later, but she just couldn't take it right now. It was time for a sleeping bag, dragged down several flights of stairs to her old stomping ground, curling up on a corner of the couch, and eating a lot of chocolate ice cream, and that's where she intended on staying, even at the risk of being kicked out or having things drawn on her face once she passed out into fitful sleep.

She probably had a while to go before that.

And, God. There was no way she could get through a radio tonight, either.

Life just suuuucked.


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