The Deck [Thursday, Evening]

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So, apparently America had one major downfall (aside from the fluorescent cereal and shit tea), and that was showing itself tonight. Fifth of November, and she suspected that unless she did something about it, no bonfire night anything.

Not that she'd be putting in a huge amount of effort herself. A packet of sparklers, some toffee apples and a bonfire was all she needed to do her bit of celebration.

Oh, and an effigy to burn. Close enough to a guy for her, and so she was out on the deck by one of the fire pits, watching the flames as she turned it over in her hands.

[[I'm out for a chunk later on, because, zomg BONFIRE NIGHT. But the deck is ooopen, and I'll be back around after I've seen my share of fireworks!]]

2nd Floor Common Room - Thursday Evening

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Them hockey players just happened to be on the television again when George  - and Beka-the-terrier - wandered down to the Common Room.   It was a shock, really, and totally not planned at all.

Beka flopped down on the couch, covering her eyes with her paws.  George didn't much mind that as it meant for once she wasn't trying to bite him for something she'd decided he was doin' wrong.  Being bitten would have distracted him from watching the little men skate around the ice.


[OOC: As it is a Common Room, it is open, la]