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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[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

"I only listen to three people. You're not one of them. I'm only scared of one person. And guess what? You're too short to be him."

[nadiathesaint]

"Then clearly, you're an idiot."

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

"You wound me Nadia. I'd never insult you like that."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia shrugged. "And before your 'creator' sent his little package, I wouldn't have attacked you with needles. I'd say fair is fair."

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

"Oh, so needles is your plan? Thanks for telling me. Now I won't be so curious."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia just smirked again.

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

Schrodinger leaned forward and patted her on the head. "You're so cute when you think you're being coy and badass."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia twitched and tensed, but didn't respond.