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Third Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning
Sunday, October 23rd, 2022 10:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
noonedecidesmyfateBelle, accompanied by an adorable tuxedo cat (who would probably vehementlydeny ever being adorable once he stopped being fuzzy), had made her way into the common room this morning in search of breakfast. Or at least tea.
Sadly none of her classmates had beaten her there and begun cooking so she made a pot of tea and looked for something simple to eat.
Five-the-cat was clearly judging her for the brown sugar cinnamon Pop-Tarts that she brought to the couch with her along with a mug of tea. Of course, Five-the-cat was nearly always judging something.
"You don't need to eat any. I'm sure they aren't good for cats," she told him as she settled herself on the couch. He meowed at her and curled up next to her so he could glare at anyone coming in the door.
[Open common room is open, the cat probably won't bite, and there are enough of the best Pop-Tart flavor to go around. I should be around although I have to go get stabbed in the arm in a couple hours.]
Sadly none of her classmates had beaten her there and begun cooking so she made a pot of tea and looked for something simple to eat.
Five-the-cat was clearly judging her for the brown sugar cinnamon Pop-Tarts that she brought to the couch with her along with a mug of tea. Of course, Five-the-cat was nearly always judging something.
"You don't need to eat any. I'm sure they aren't good for cats," she told him as she settled herself on the couch. He meowed at her and curled up next to her so he could glare at anyone coming in the door.
[Open common room is open, the cat probably won't bite, and there are enough of the best Pop-Tart flavor to go around. I should be around although I have to go get stabbed in the arm in a couple hours.]