2nd Floor Common Room, laaaaaate Saturday, early Sundayish

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Edward pushes open the door to the common room, several books and jars of ingredients in his arms. Alphonse is right behind him, similarly laden down. Edward sets his books on one of the tables and looks around, nodding once. "Right," he said. "We better get to work if we want this all cleaned up before morning."

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His head still ringing from the explosion, Edward slowly pushing himself up on his knees. He was taking stock of himself - everything seemed to be in working order, although he could feel he was going to bruise heavily from hitting the wall like he had. His eyes flew open when he remembered Al.

Alphonse was sitting on the other side of the room, and it looked like he was saying something. He was up and moving and Edward felt such a surge of relief it took him a moment to realize that Al was talking and he wasn't hearing it. He frowned at the ringing in his ears, sticking one finger in his ear and wiggling it. No luck.

He glanced around the room. The area that had the array was a total loss -- the paint was peeled half off the wall, the nearby sofa was completely ruined, and all their supplies were now a smouldering mess. Only the furthest corners of the room were untouched. "Dammit fucking hell," he snarled, crawling over towards Alphonse. "Al, are you all right?"

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"I think so," Alphonse answered. He took off the glove on his left hand, lightly rubbing at a stinging pain on his cheek. He looked at his hand, noticing he wiped off a small amount of blood. "... Just a little cut. So far."

He sat upright a few feet away from where the array once was, sighing in defeat. "So I guess the theory was off..."

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Edward scowled at the mess - his hearing must be slightly coming back, because he had heard that. "Dammit fucking hell," he snarled. "The book lied to us, Al! Stupid.. gah!"

He looked over at Al. "You sure you're all right?"

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"Of course I'm all right! What're you getting so worked up over me for?"

Alphonse scowled and crossed his arms. "I told you to verify if everything was correct in that book, Brother. I don't think this mess will go unnoticed." He searched around the room. "Where is that book? Or did it go with everything else in this room?"

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"I think I brought it with me and- hey! I did verify everything in there! I told you it was a simple transmutation and I wasn't lying!" Edward glared at his little brother, then at the mess.

"Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit."

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Alphonse groaned, already feeling the aches of meeting the table personally. The cut on his cheek was beginning to sting a lot more now, too.

"We can figure out what we did wrong tommorrow, then," He warily eyed the rest of the room. "And clean up, as well."

Wonderful. He started off with breaking someone's window and ended up destroying and entire room. What luck.

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"That sounds... well. Like a good idea." Edward nodded, getting shakily to his feet. "We'll clean this mess up tomorrow. Crap - I need to find that book if it wasn't in the pile of lost cause over there." He cast a last mournful glance at the pile of used-to-be-books. He held out a hand to help Al to his feet as well.

He was going to sleep long, and hard. Fuck, that shouldn't have gone that way. At. All.