Cricket Campfire; Wednesday Afternoon

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It was hot. Far too hot to do anything productive, outside of making a blender's worth of strawberry margaritas. It was also far too hot for pants. It was cool enough, however, to hang out by the campfire pantless (but wearing boxers, much to his dismay) and with a blender's worth of margaritas. The fire wasn't lit, but it was a nice place to sit and attempt to get a tan on his pale Canadian legs.

[Oooooooopen]

Fourth Floor Common Room - Wednesday Morning

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There was something decidedly unkingly about sitting on a couch in sweatpants, a t-shirt and socks while eating cereal and watching cartoons. That didn't stop Edmund. He'd been here far too long and was developing bad habits. Relaxing, comfortable, bad habits.

Second Floor Common Room [Wednesday evening]

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Katniss had been here for a full term now. And really, all things considered, she thought she had experimented fairly well with the options available to her. She'd tried a multitude of foods, she'd become deeply familiar with the woods surrounding the school -- she'd even learned to work some of the electronics here.

What she had not done sufficiently, of course, was watch the television. Once she'd learned that there were multiple channels, she'd buzzed through them, concentrating on news stations and sports (as these were the things that appealed to her.)

Tonight, though, Katniss had discovered something special. Katniss had discovered that people cooked competitively on the television. So she was plunked in front of the television with a gallon of ice cream (all hers unless you asked nicely, thank you), enraptured by...Top Chef.

(She was gratified to see people eating the food, though the structure reminded her a little of the Games. At least, though, it was much...gentler. Or seemed to be.)

[come distract me from dreary WWII memoirs, omg!]