Fifth floor common room, Tuesday evening

[nadiathesaint]

After the buzz of yesterday, Nadia was feeling a bit gloomy again. She'd managed to get herself some soup without too much "I can only use one arm!" trauma, and that, combined with some hot chocolate, was working wonders for her ability to pretend it wasn't effin' freezing outside.

Her shoulder was aching again, though, and as she sat on the couch with the TV on quietly in the background, she went over what she could remember of the troll battle, trying to figure out where things had gone square shaped.

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[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

"Hey back," Tyler said, plopping into a chair. "Nice blankie. How's your troll-free day?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"My girlfriend's South American," Walter said to explain the blankie. "And my troll-free day was rather dull. Yours?"

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

"We got to play darts in criminal justice," Tyler said. "There were books about it, but Professor V wouldn't let me read about explosives. He wants me to broaden my horizons. And put someone's eye out."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"He won't let you read about explosives, but he does want you to put someone's eye out," Walter said with a sort of amused disbelief. "If I chose my own classes, I'd definitely try to take his next semester."

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

"It made no sense," Tyler said, shaking his head. "It's a great class. Could you tell your employer you needed to work on your judgment by picking your own classes?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"I asked Arthur something like that the last time I was home. He waved a hand and said that I needed to keep my mind on more important things." Walter rolled his eyes. "Because I do need to be sure I get his panatellas sent back on time."