Second Floor Common Room [Thursday Morning]

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge was bored. So he'd dragged the telekinesis ball out of his room, since he hadn't practiced in a while, and sat down crosslegged on a couch in the common room to do so.

After a few minutes, he had the ball floating in a lazy circuit around the room.

Comments

[nadiathesaint]

"Not officially, but it is a lot of fun."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Well, if you cheer for Italy, I'll cheer for Italy."

[nadiathesaint]

"Yay! Maybe I should get some green, white, and red body paint. . . . Or do it Brazilian style and get some little Italian flags."

Because while Nadia was loyal to her team, football was football was football, and part of the glory of football was the hooliganism.

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Or both," Conner suggested. "Body paint, and strategic flag placement?"

[nadiathesaint]

"There's an idea."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

He couldn't help it. "Fig leaves in Italy colors."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia grinned. "Also an idea. You and Anders should look into it."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

Conner's eyebrows went atmospheric. "That could . . . definitely be an interesting sight."

[nadiathesaint]

Oh yes. Very interesting. "I'm sure you could find something at All and Sundries."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

Oh, hell. It was for the love of the game, really. "I was planning on going down there anyway."

Potential for humiliation? Quite, quite high. Conner's consideration for said humiliation? About nil at the moment.

[nadiathesaint]

"Great! Sounds like we'll have plenty of fun, then."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Looking forward to it," Conner said.

He really, really had no idea.