2nd Floor Common Room, Thursday Afternoon

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Ender had been back for several days, but he still felt like he'd spent most of that time in his room. Not that he particularly minded that. It was nice and calm in his room, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying his return to the old routine of Ben tweaking on his end and Ender reading on his own.

But it did keep him from at least getting a look at which students had come and, by proxy, which had gone. So he'd grabbed one of Karla's books about Kaeleer out of his bookcase and finally made his way down to the common room to get some lunch and do some reading.

Lunch was a bowl of fruit, some toast, and a glass of milk. Reading material was interesting. And Ender? Ender was slumped on the couch, engrossed in the latter while slowly making his way through the former.

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Second Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

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The TV was on, tuned to Fox Soccer more at random than anything; Gabrielle didn't really care much what was on, since the names of players and drama over whether someone might be transferring from the EPL to Serie A meant nothing to her; she mostly cared about having the background noise while she cooked up a huge batch of bacon. (The smell was comforting. She liked it.) And some eggs, and there was bread warming in the oven, and if there were any rules about breakfast at dinnertime she would just flout them now and apologize later if she absolutely had to.

The TV wasn't turned down so low that she could ignore that MagicJack commercial when it came on for the fiftieth time in the past hour, though.

"With all the money you're saving using that thing, can I get a cut of it every time I have to hear this again?!?"

[OOC: I sincerely hope you have never actually had this experience like I have. Common room is open, though!]

The Roof | Evening | Thursday | September 1

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Nathan's classes were done for the week and really, they'd ended fucking hilariously. Somehow, he'd ended up in a class on being sensitive. Nathan thought he was a right sensitive bloke. He was giving (he wasn't), he was generous (not at all), and he was caring (about himself). Really, he should be fucking teaching that class instead of sitting in and learning.

He hadn't been up on the roof in awhile and didn't want to miss the chance to pollute the air a bit more before it got colder than a witch's tit. Right now, it was still warm enough to be up there without the protection of a snow suit and thick gloves. He hopped up on the ledge and lit a cigarette, swinging his legs.

Looking down, he had the idea of possibly dropping lit cigarettes off the roof but even he was smart enough to know that would lead to a few possible consequences: the cigarette would go out before it hit the ground, the cigarette would hit someone who would break his arms or the cigarette would set something on fire.

It'd just be a waste of a good cigarette. So, he'd just smoke it and swing his legs, feeling pretty fucking good right now.

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