Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [10/05].

[howareyanow]

Considering how Wayne had spent most of his weekend stuck in his room with a stubborn mule that refused to move past the doorway until Wayne accepted the idea that the mule was something called a daemon that was apparently something to do with Wayne's soul or other such tom fuckery, thus putting them at quite the expected impasse, and considering how last Monday not only had everything all tiny, but also had Miles bein' all sticky and going out a window, he was going to be a little put out and peeved off if breakfast that morning was anything but normal.

Normal food, normal dishes, he had managed to squeeze in the normal shopping on account of the mule having at least a healthy respect fer tradition...so far...so good!

At least everything on his side of things seemed good'n'normal that morning.

He did not expect that to stay as such once his fellow students started coming 'round, though. He may be stubborn, but he wasn't stupid.

[[ open breakfast is open and bemoaning the fact that I never got around to Wayne and his mule this weekend ]]