Third floor common room [Wednesday afternoon]

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The modern world continued to baffle Celia.

She had a day free from classes, and thought to spend it leisurely. She'd tied her hair back with a ribbon rather than piled it atop her head formally, she'd dressed in a simple frock sans bustle, and she had even padded down to the common room in stocking feet. For Celia, this was the equivalent of wearing one's pajamas all day.

And when she arrived, she had found herself a bowl to pour cereal into, and even turned on the television correctly. (All of which she had done magically, out of pure laziness.) But she hadn't, somehow, been prepared for one of the great staples of weekday laziness: daytime television.

Just when she thought she understood what might appear on the screen at any time -- she'd seen a program featuring the antics of four elderly women the other day that she'd greatly enjoyed, and hoped to come across again -- she was confronted with something like this.

"I cheated on my cousin with a stripper?" she read aloud, utterly confused.

She wanted to turn it off as soon as the content became clear -- and very loud and somewhat violent. But Celia found herself transfixed. She knew how to change the channels now, yes, but...how could she? She had never seen such a spectacle before.

Welcome to daytime talkshows, Celia. Will modern wonders never cease?

[open CR! link goes to the Jerry Springer website, which I probably shouldn't have visited at work. Oops.]