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5th Floor Common Room - Saturday morning

She was almost positive she ate too many gummi bears. Normally she doesn't eat so much candy, but it's like those things were addictive or something. Whatever though, her stomach was not exactly agreeing with her and she woke up and headed to the common room, shuffling along in her fuzzy slippers to make coffee a pot of coffee.

Leaning over the counter, she rested her head on her arms and waited for it to get done. For some reason, her head wasn't feeling too good either. Pouring herself a cup, she added milk and sugar and walked to the couch and curled up in a corner, tucking her legs up. She sipped her coffee and listened to the buzzing in her ears. Annette might have looked a little green.

(ooc: totally open for all your coffee needs, or just, whatever.)

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Wand stuck firmly behind her ear, Luna wandered in not really caring that it wasn't her common room at all.

It was entirely possible she wasn't aware that this was a common room and/or that it wasn't hers.

She seemed to be looking for something.

Hearing footfalls somewhere behind her, Annette craned her head around the curve of her shoulder, seeing a girl she has never seen before. She seemed...lost?

"Hey there," Annette said softly. "Are you looking for someone?"

"Oh, hello." Luna dreamily greeted as though she'd thought herself alone. "Not someone, no."

Annette took a sip of her coffee and set it on the floor before her.

"I'm Annette and...you're looking for something?"

Luna had lifted up a dust-ruffle on one of the couchs and was looking under it.

"I'm Luna. And yes. Have you seen anything small, furry and winged up here?"

That had Annette coming to her feet. She looked around. She hadn't noticed anything when she entered, but her brain was not completely functioning either.

"No. But I guess that doesn't mean it couldn't be hiding somewhere." She peeked behind a cushion on the couch and paused, looking over at Luna.

"Is this a friendly sort of furry and winged?"

"Yes." She scrounged around in her pocket and produced a brightly wrapped sweet. "If you offer them a toffee."

[ooc: Sorry, my computer is quiet crashy this weekend.]

"Does it make noise? I haven't heard anything." She approached Luna and looked down at the toffee. "May I?"

(ooc: no worries ;-) sp is love today.)

"I have never heard it make it any." Luna nodded. "Of course you may. I have several more."

[ooc: You wouldn't happen to have AIM, would you?]

She took a piece of toffee and began to wander around the common room, bending and searching for a fluffy winged thing. Hopefully she was searching for a bird.

"Does it have a name?"

(ooc: I don't :( But I have been seriously considering getting it!)

"If we find it," Luna said, "it will be a Blibbbering Humdinger. They're extraordinarily fast but quiet fortunate to find."

Luna was half way under an arm chair at the moment so that may not have been all what Annette actually heard.

[ooc: Oh do! Makes it easy to ask wee things, pass information, get to know people, etc!]

Blibbering Humdinger? Annette blinked but was not sure she heard right. She continued in her search. In the kitchen now, she began opening and closing cabinets, holding out the piece of toffee to entice it if it is in here.

She was ignoring the pounding in her head to help Luna. And she was very much curious now about this humdinger fluffy thing.

(ooc: I warn you, I'm a terrible multi-tasker XD!)

Luna squirmed back out from under the armchair. "I don't think we're going to find it. But I had not not yet looked here."

[ooc: No worries. It's just something a bunch of us have. Also? I'm assuming you're familiar with Potter, since you caught my typo.]

Annette kept searching, opening the pantry door. "When did you loose it?"

(ooc: Does watching the first three HP movies count? I sooo did not catch that typo!)

"I didn't." Luna said plainly.

[ooc: Oh! I thought you had as I had one too many bs in Blibbering. No worries!]

"Did it run away? Is it your pet?" Annette was feeling really helpless here.

(ooc: *g* I totally overlooked that 3rd b..lol!)

Walter wandered up to what was probably going to be his floor in the relatively near future and peeked into the common room looking for some of its more usual occupants.

Not yet, but he spotted Annette. "Good morning," he said, coming in and automatically putting a kettle on the stove. "How are you?"

She peered over her shoulder. "Oh, hey Walter." She shrugged a shoulder. "Been better. How about you?"

"I'm well," Walter said and went to lean on the back of the couch. "Not feeling so well yourself?"

She made a noise, possibly a groan. "I think I ate too much candy last night at the Seahorse reunion party. I'm trying to appease my headache with a cup of coffee."

"There's your problem," Walter said, shaking his head. "Coffee doesn't settle the stomach, you need something like peppermint tea. My mum always gave it to me when I said my stomach hurt."

"But the party was fun. I didn't even drink." She said in confusion.

"I don't have any peppermint tea." She said forlornly, setting her cup of coffee aside. No wonder she wasn't feeling any better yet.

"I keep the third floor common room properly stocked and once I move up here, you should be able to find almost any sort of tea." Walter patted the back of the couch and stood up, heading for the door. "I'll be back directly."

She looked over her shoulder at him as he headed for the door. "Walter, you are too sweet." She wasn't sure if he heard her though.

"It's nothing," he said on his way out, returning a few minutes later with a tin of loose tea and a tea ball.

"At home I take care of Arthur. It's habit," he said while he prepared two cups for the water he had put on when he first came in.

She watched him. "Who is Arthur?" And she just now caught on to something he said earlier. "You are moving to the fifth floor?"

"Arthur is my employer," Walter explained before setting a cup on the coffee table near Annette. "And I think Alphonse and I are moving up here. Neither Nadia nor I want to leave our roommates, so we found a compromise."

Reaching for the cup, she listend to him, and brought it to her lips, blowing across the surface before taking a small sip. "Oh Walter, this is good, thank you."

Her brows knitted slightly. "So you and Alphonso are going to be rooming together? And...I'm sorry...I think I'm a little slow this morning. What does this have to do with Nadia and her roommate?"

"You're welcome and it's Alphonse," Walter corrected, sitting down with his own tea. "We're going to get a room next to Nadia and Jamie and Al will open the wall so we'll share a suite. Maybe with Pippi, too. It's not any more private, but we'll spend more time together."

"Oh, Alphonse." She chuckled and rolled her eyes. "I'm sorry Walter. Fuzzy brain."

She smiled. "That sounds nice, all of you rooming together...is this a boyfriend girlfriend thing or just a friend friend thing?"

Walter waved a hand to indicate the mistake was an honest one. "Girlfriend boyfriend. Nadia and I have been dating since last summer."

She smiled wide. "That's great, Walter. I like Nadia. She is really nice."

Annette sipped more of her tea, feeling her stomach begin to settle a little.

"I like her, too," Walter said with a fond smile.

"I thought I saw you last night at Caritas. What did you think of Teal Dear?"

She grinned at that and leaned her head back against the couch.

"You did. I was there with Steerpike. I really enjoyed them and think they're an amazing talent. I'll definitely go to their next show."

Yes, that was the other part of what he'd observed. "They are quite good. It's hard to believe they've only been playing together for a few months, but I hear that Zero comes from a performing family."

"Only a few months? That is hard to believe." She was surprised at that. "Seems like they have been playing together for years. Well at least one at least." She didn't want to add that she had paid more attention to Steerpike than the band. But probably it was the truth.

He couldn't exactly explain that Nadia had started playing guitar last year and had thus been playing for close to two years, even if it was an interesting tidbit.

"And how has your first week of classes gone? Will your non-traditional education satisfy you?"

"Very well, Walter, thank you." She grinned softly. "I'm thinking so, yes. While I chose classes that sparked my interest, I know that college will set me firmly. For now I just want to have fun."

She took another swallow of her tea.

"What about you?"

"I'm taking a class taught a god of war. It's hard not to be interested wtih that sort of thing," Walter said, turning his cup in his hands. "And I've been conscripted as a TA."

"You're in that class too? I don't remember seeing you." She tucked her hair behind her ear and hoped he hadn't paid attention to the radio the night after that class. She had been mortified by the comment, 'Annette sucks Ares'.

"Yes, I'm in that class. Maybe you just mistook me for Steerpike." Hadn't he seen her with his double?

He'd also heard the radio, but he tended to take all radio broadcasts with more than a grain of salt.

She stared at Walter. "Yeah, maybe I did. There are obvious differences in you two though."

She hugged a pillow to her chest and curled her legs up under her. "Your mother was right."

"She usually was." And he was glad that she saw obvious differences between him and Steerpike. Hopefully that would be the trend.

"Your stomach is feeling better, then?"

She nodded. "Thanks to you."

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