Fourth Floor Common Room// Saturday Morning

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Seras moved around the common room's kitchen, singing under her breath as she set about cracking eggs, frying sausages, slicing tomatoes and mushrooms, and doing all the other things that went into preparing a full english breakfast.

Don't be cool vibration...Revlofantasy...

It was some song that Edgar had begun to play at an ungodly hour, waking her up this morning. The tune was familiar, but Seras couldn't, for the life of her, remember where she'd heard it before.

Oh no harbor won't you buy valley show

Take me want to talking revolution

Lyrics kept popping into her head, though. They made no bloody sense, whatsoever, but Seras sang them, anyhow.

Shooby dooby doo shooby dooby doo doo
Shooby dooby doo shooby dooby doo doo

She sang the 'shooby dooby doos' a little louder than the rest. They were her favourite part, really.

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