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2nd Floor Common Room, Friday Afternoon
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thatsmyswordApparently it was the end of the first summer semester. Henry hadn't the faintest what any of that meant, nor had he yet to discover the courage to stray very far from the dorms.
But the dorms themselves? He certainly had those handled.
Especially the common room. Four times a day, like clockwork, he'd do exactly what he was doing this Friday afternoon: step out of his room, wander into the common room, open up that cold cabinet, and-- "Ah, cake!"
A very large apple pie, to be precise, which he set down on the common room table. Being unaware he was speaking English, he was unaware of the cake vs pie discussion, but he sure was going to shove a piece of it into his mouth as quickly as possible.
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But the dorms themselves? He certainly had those handled.
Especially the common room. Four times a day, like clockwork, he'd do exactly what he was doing this Friday afternoon: step out of his room, wander into the common room, open up that cold cabinet, and-- "Ah, cake!"
A very large apple pie, to be precise, which he set down on the common room table. Being unaware he was speaking English, he was unaware of the cake vs pie discussion, but he sure was going to shove a piece of it into his mouth as quickly as possible.
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