Fifth floor common room, after the radio show on Thursday

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia was curled up on the couch in the common room, idly flipping channels at an average of 3 channels a second.

She'd really, really screwed up this morning. Bel had just made her so angry, with his talk about her being cursed, and she'd been trying to be . . . okay, not nice exactly, but not argumentative.

And now she was probably going to have detention on Saturday, but worse than that was that she'd been doing so well in not letting herself get that angry. But Bel had just continued to push all the wrong buttons. . . .

She sighed and kept flipping channels.

This week sucked.

[ooc: open, yo]

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[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

In theory, a class-free Thursday was supposed to be relaxing for Anders, but today he was just restless, and roaming. And also armed, so to speak, with a box of doughnuts. "Programming's so bad today that you've gotta make it flicker to be interesting, huh?" he asked.

[nadiathesaint]

"I'm tired of Bitterwoman and I don't know what to watch. Hi, Anders."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Tired of Bitterwoman? No. That's not possible," Anders said offhandedly, and held out the box. "Doughnut?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Ooo, sugar," Nadia said, a little half-heartedly. "And yes. The impossible has occurred."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Help yourself. Speaking of the impossible happening, I think I actually discovered there is such a thing as too much chocolate, so I'm a little sugared-out. You, on the other hand, sound like you could use it."

[nadiathesaint]

"Bleah." Nadia picked out a donut and started nibbling on it. "It's been one of those weeks."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"One of the 'never ask how this could possibly get worse' kind?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Probably." Nadia frowned for a moment at her donut. "Do you think I'm cursed?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Cursed?" Anders blinked. It was actually a pretty legitimate question around here, so he had to give it serious consideration for a moment or two. "I don't think so. Why would you be cursed?"

[nadiathesaint]

"So far this week, Phoebe got mugged and thus didn't come back to school, Pippi fell into a mirror, Gwynn got sucked into a locker, and apparently Blair and Mr. Aziraphale got attacked by demon lumberjack bikers."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders grimaced. "Talk about a foul break, and it's not even Friday yet. But why would that mean you were cursed?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Because they're all my friends?" Nadia shook her head. "It's dumb, but . . . Bel said something this morning about people being cursed to have bad luck follow them."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

There was actually more to that, Anders thought, than he liked to admit. "I guess if you look at it one way that makes sense. I mean, I want to say that things like that happen around here, but that many in one week?"

He paused, scratched his ear, and shook his head. "No, it's gotta be a coincidence. A frakked-up one, but still . . ." He didn't sound entirely convinced, though.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia also did not feel a whole lot better about things.

"Yeah. Must be."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Well . . . at least we haven't had any flying pink pony invasions yet?"

[nadiathesaint]

"I really, really hope not."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Because talk about the cherry on top of a really bad sundae . . . "

[nadiathesaint]

"Knock on wood right now."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Does my head count?"

[nadiathesaint]

". . . Possibly."

[lovelymissbrown.livejournal.com]

"Hey." Lavender shuffled into the room.

[nadiathesaint]

"Hi Lavender."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders decided not to leave anything to chance, and gave both the table and his skull a good firm rap with the knuckles.

[lovelymissbrown.livejournal.com]

"How're you?" Lavender plopped down on the couch.

[nadiathesaint]

"There. We should have frightened the irony fairy away, then."