6th Floor Common Room [Saturday afternoon]

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Sookie had spent the better part of the morning ensuring that every balloon was filled, that the food -- thanks Kennedy -- was out, and that the ballpit was available for maximum...ballpittiness.

Shhh.

The cake had taken her awhile (though she'd ordered the penguins rather than made them herself) but overall, she was pretty pleased with it. And hopefully, the birthday boy would also be.

[SP from me until about 5:30 EST! lol I got certified early and they let me go at 1.]

The Garage, Saturday Afternoon

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Leda's bike didn't require the same kind of maintenance that most bikes required. For one thing, it ran on magic, rather than gasoline. Also it didn't have an internal combustion engine in the traditional sense. Instead there was a rectangular object, roughly the size and shape of a cigar box wired and taped to the under carriage.

At least it had wheels now.

But it did require maintenance. Which was easier here were both technology and magic worked just as they were supposed to.

Leda had Christmas music (Transiberian Orchestra to be precise) on the seedy box as she checked for rust, oiled those things that needed to be oiled, and recharged the spell box.

[Open!]

Stables - Early evening

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While it was getting colder outside as they seemed to be approaching Winter, Faramir found that the stables remained pleasantly warm. He'd found a comfortable spot in the hay inside Baru's stable. His notes and syllabus from his classes lay forgotten beside him as he'd turned to more pleasant literature. He was reading out loud to Baru while the horse chewed loudly on a carrot.

Then he went on with his reflections: "I thought that I was rich, with a flower that was unique in all the world; and all I had was a common rose. A common rose, and three volcanoes that come up to my knees--and one of them perhaps extinct forever . . . That doesn't make me a very great prince . . ."

And he lay down in the grass and cried.

It was then that the fox appeared.

"Good morning," said the fox.

"Good morning," the little prince responded politely, although when he turned around he saw nothing.

This book was a little strange, but the drawings were endearing if you asked him.

[Open stables are open. And yes, Faramir is reading Le Petit Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry to his horse. IDK.]