Third Floor Common Room, Tuesday evening

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Enough of the hiding out from everyone. Walter realized he'd been invisible lately, and that clearly hadn't worked on a number of levels.

So, out into the common room where he'd fried up a batch of potatoes and turned on the television, deliberately opting out of the Hitler History Channel and picking up a random improvisational comedy programme.

There he sat with a pile of salty fried potatoes, a panting hellpuppy, and a metric tonne of homework he hadn't been paying sufficient attention to.