Fourth Floor Common Room [Monday evening]

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Olive was in slightly better spirits tonight than she had been last night. Seventeen and melodramatic or not, a little distance helped things, and the whole Rhiannon...everything was sort of funny in hindsight. Most of it, anyway.

Besides, things were better when she had a project. The last time Rhi had pissed her off, it'd been a lot worse, and she'd bought herself a new wardrobe and sewn red felt As onto everything. This was a little less drastic -- as it was officially October, Olive had decided she ought to get to work on her Halloween costume.

So Monday night found her on the floor with several shades of blue and green tulle stacked neatly beside her as she carefully stitched each layer into a length of blue ribbon. It would be a painstaking process, yes, but she'd found a pattern she liked on Etsy and aside from this piece, the costume should be kind of easy. Mmm, a distracting project and laziness? Right up Olive's alley.

The TV was on in the background, presently on Jeopardy. "Who is Groucho Marx?"

"Who is Jack Benny?"

"You're an idiot," Olive told the woman on the television, who'd just lost four hundred dollars.

[omg open CR is open. Let us all mod Jeopardy questions, though that's a real one from tonight!]