http://alchemic-bean.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] alchemic-bean.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2005-11-18 04:30 pm

[2nd Floor Common Room]

Edward has comandeered a couch in the common room. He has a blanket, several books and his notebook and he appears to be attempting to write some letters. Bored, he turns on the TV.

[identity profile] sakuracchyan.livejournal.com 2005-11-19 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
Scowling, Sakura brisks right passed said couch Edward was occupying, muttering to herself. After a moment, she pauses, realizing that the person on that couch looked rather familiar. She turns around, sighs, and wanders over to the couch.

"Hey," she comments dryly, frowning at the mess of things strewn across the couch. "...what're you up to?"

[identity profile] sakuracchyan.livejournal.com 2005-11-19 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
Sakura waves shortly, crouching by the arm of the couch. She clings to the arm of it with one hand, somewhat unbalanced by her bag over her shoulder. "What're you doing with all this stuff...?"

Stupid question, Sakura.

[identity profile] sakuracchyan.livejournal.com 2005-11-19 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
Sakura frowns, leaning forward against the arm of the couch and then standing, leaning forward to scrutinize Edward's face. "..." She makes a face, glances at his surplus of letter-writing materials, then looks back at him. "...well why not?" Frowning again, she circles around to the other end of the couch, perching on the arm of it, one foot on the cushion.

[identity profile] sakuracchyan.livejournal.com 2005-11-19 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
Sakura turns her attention to the television a moment, slowly leaning backward to lean against the back of the couch. She's not really paying attention to the TV, although it looks almost as if she could be mentally criticizing all that went on in the game. She only vaguely registers that someone is talking to her, and after a moment turns a blank look to Ed. "...what?"

[identity profile] sakuracchyan.livejournal.com 2005-11-19 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
Sakura smiles faintly, crossing her arms over her chest. "Yeah, sorry." She shifts, sliding off the arm of the couch and onto the corner of the cushion where her foot had been. Curling her knees to her chest, she rests her arms on them and regards him with a sort of odd look. "...and no, not really. I just need to take up a few more classes so I stop thinking, is all."