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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"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.