fandomhighdorms | Second Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

It had taken the better part of the day to strike a deal with the possessed juggling balls, but eventually Valentine had been able to reason his way out of certain doom with the trio of disgruntled spheres.
The agreement was simple, really. They wouldn't bounce on him until he was a squishy mass of Valentine goo, and he wouldn't juggle them for the rest of the day. He could live with that.
So, there Valentine was, in his slightly pie-encrusted coat and clothing that otherwise wasn't actually his, chilling on the couch with his trio of disgruntled ball buddies and flipping through the channels.
He wasn't sure if anything was on, really. He just liked to see the stations blink from one to the next.

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