Fourth Floor Common Room | Afternoon | Sunday | March 6

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Between serving his detention yesterday and ending up at some career fair, Nathan thought he could count this weekend as academically productive. And, as the law said (there had to be a law about it somewhere), if you were productive one day, the next was meant to be fucking lazier than usual.

Nathan hadn't been up for more than a half hour and it probably showed in the sleepy amble into the common room, the bleary eyes and the bare feet sticking out from under the cuffs of his jeans. Food was at the very top of his priority list and upon pulling out a box of Lucky Charms (really, was there nothing else in there?), he'd wandered back to the couch and flopped down on it.

One hand stuck inside the box of Lucky Charms (seriously, SERIOUSLY) and one hand on the remote control, Nathan started flipping channels, trying to land on something halfway decent. He stopped on one of those religious shows where some televangelist was trying to get him to repent. All Nathan could think about was the fact that he really wanted this guy to trip and fall down the stairs of his big stage. That'd definitely make religion more interesting to him.

[Common rooms are open things, of course]