Second Floor Common Room, Friday Morning

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Sure, Anakin had to go to class later. But he needed food, first, and a very large bowl of cereal in the common room appeared to be the solution to that this morning. He wasn't in the mood for quiet, so he turned the TV on and found a soccer game on. Earth sports were weird, but with weird similarities to the ones he knew from home, and apparently there were a lot of them on TV lately. He didn't mind; he wasn't particularly into them, but he didn't mind either. (He had his doubts about the red-and-white striped jerseys one of the teams was wearing, though.)

He was perfectly prepared to just have the game on as background noise while he ate until he caught sight of one of the players, standing in front of a giant net wearing padded gloves, as a graphic reading "Hope Solo" flashed up on the screen.

"Um."

She totally looked like she could be related to him, and needless to say Anakin would be paying attention for the rest of the match.

[OOC: Making Star Wars references to soccer games in game is pretty much a tradition for me. Shut up. And open.]

Second Floor Common Room, Friday Evening

[myownface]

"I used to have this girlfriend known as Elsie
With whom I shared four sordid rooms in Chelsea
She wasn't what you'd call a blushing flower
As a matter of fact she rented by the hour!"

No, it wasn't a repeat of that weird day when everybody was prone to bursting spontaneously into song.

"The day she died the neighbors came to snicker
"Well, that's what comes from too much pills and liquor"
But when I saw her laid out like a Queen
She was the happiest corpse, I'd ever seen!"

Sparkle hadn't been bitten by a gremlin, either.

"I think of Elsie to this very day
I remember how she'd turn to me and say
"What good is sitting all alone in your room?
Come hear the music play
Life is a cabaret, old chum
Come to the cabaret!"

Truth be told, the television wasn't even on.

"And as for me
And as for me
I made my mind up, back in Chelsea
When I go, I'm going like Elsie!!"

No, it was none of the above. The occasion, really, was that Sparkle was making a sandwich on a Friday night, and he damn well felt like singing show tunes, and to hell with anybody who didn't like it if he was doing so at the top of his lungs. They should just count themselves lucky that he hadn't brought his tin pennywhistle into the common room with him, to play between verses.

[So, so open!]