Third Floor Common Room; Saturday Morning [ 02/12 ].

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When Alexander awoke that morning and made his way to the common room to start up some breakfast, he had no premonitions or feelings that anything might be amiss or different. He yawned, rubbing his head a bit as it felt a little achy from too much punch, and he took out a carton of eggs and started to crack them into a bowl to mix up for omelettes. He was hungry, and he suspected that, as people started to wake as well, they would be, too, and it was actually a little nice to be able to cook for a bunch of grateful people rather than just one old evil magician.

It did not escape his notice that there were several more cartons of eggs in the refrigerator, plenty of them, more than enough to provide for whoever might show up. Why, it was enough eggs to practically feed a small kingdom!

He'd better get cracking.


[[ post is entirely open and hijackable, especially since I'll be leaving in a few hours, and, oh yes. There will be eggs. ]]

Stables - Saturday morning

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Faramir had not attended the dance, but he had little regret as he had spent a pleasant evening in Maladicta's presence. Perhaps he was a little disappointed at the lack of dress or suit, but he was confident that he would get other opportunities to enjoy that particular view.

At least, if his father did not call him back to Gondor sooner. He was grooming Baru after his morning ride and considering how he would be spending the day. There were a pile of books waiting to be read, or he could find Maladicta, but then he did not wish her to grow tired of him.

"What say you?" he asked Baru who merely continued eating his apple.

[For one and one, because everyone's doing it, but the stables are open, of course.]

Third Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

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Wesley felt a little silly, entertaining his bratty child in the common room with board games that she seemed irrationally talented at. Honestly, what nine-year-old could beat a trained and experienced Watcher at Scrabble? He was positive that she was making the words up, but every time he consulted a dictionary, all he saw was Eloise's smug little face smirking at -- sure enough -- the word in question printed right there on the page.

Smug brat.

[[common room is open!]]