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fandomhighdorms2007-01-22 02:39 pm
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Third Floor Common Room - Monday Late Afternoon
It had been a busy day of classes and Neil was still a bit unsettled from the subject matter of Ethics. While some of the rumors started and flung around had been funny, it was also a stark reminder of the power of words and perception.
Dropping off his books in his room, Neil sifted out the ones he needed for Traditional Fairy Tales and then he decided to head back to the common room for a bit. He'd seen enough of the inside of his dorm room this past weekend and felt a change of scenaryand the chance to observe some of the post AU weekend awkwardness might be a nice change of pace.
The TV didn't really interest him, so he flipped on a radio and made some popcorn. As microwaves were still a bit of an oddity for him, he made the popcorn the old fashion way, on the stove with oil, salt and fresh butter and he probably made way too much. Shrugging, he dumped it all together into a large bowl, which he placed on the table near the couch he flopped upon. Opening his books and perching his reading glasses on his nose, Neil put his feet up on the opposite cushion and set about doing some extra credit.
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Dropping off his books in his room, Neil sifted out the ones he needed for Traditional Fairy Tales and then he decided to head back to the common room for a bit. He'd seen enough of the inside of his dorm room this past weekend and felt a change of scenary
The TV didn't really interest him, so he flipped on a radio and made some popcorn. As microwaves were still a bit of an oddity for him, he made the popcorn the old fashion way, on the stove with oil, salt and fresh butter and he probably made way too much. Shrugging, he dumped it all together into a large bowl, which he placed on the table near the couch he flopped upon. Opening his books and perching his reading glasses on his nose, Neil put his feet up on the opposite cushion and set about doing some extra credit.
[Open, as common rooms tend to be.]

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"Good afternoon." He said. A simply greeting, to be friendly but not intrusive if she was just playing through.
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She was feeling a whole lot better about the events that had happened over the weekend. At least everyone was turning back to their normal selves. Though, she was still itching to figure out what caused it.
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"I'm doing good. Had both my classes today, doing some extra credit for one of them. How are you?"
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She shrugged. "Did you see any other weirdness?"
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Neil glanced up briefly overtop the rim of his glasses, which is probably part of why he made the obvious mistake he was about to make when he said in a friendly tone, "Afternoon, Dean."
Reaching out, he nudged the popcorn towards Alec. "Help yourself."
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Sitting up a little straighter, Neil nudged his glasses up onto the crown of his head so he could see better and he smiled.
"Neil Perry." He said, leaning to offer Alec a hand. "Sorry about the assumption. Dean was right, you two bear a striking resemblance."
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"Hi," she said, a little shyly.
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"Good afternoon." He offered.
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[OOC: I don't think they really *talked*, but they did *meet*]
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As she came closer and he got his glasses back up on his face, Neil recognized her from Fairy Tales and he blushed a little at his initial faux paux.
"Oh! Hey, yes...yes I am. Angela, right?"
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[OOC: No worries, I have gmail instead of a memory *g*]
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