Fifth Floor Common Room, Wednesday afternoon

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter was... playing chicken with the couch?

He just wanted to get past it to get to the kitchenette, but every time he went around (and he's fast, mind you) either the couch would get in his way, the coffee table would knock him in the shins, or one of the chairs would run up behind him and knock the back of his legs to make him fall into it.

He was about to move on to jumping over everything and just standing on the kitchen counter.

Little did he know that the couch was ready for that with cushion missiles.

[ooc: Open as common rooms will be.]

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[nopuffedsleeves.livejournal.com]

"Saints alive, child, what are you doing?" Marilla Cuthbert asked. She stood at the doorway and wondered if it were possible for a child to be madder than Anne.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"I was trying to get some breakfast," Walter said, dodging a coffee table's outstretched leg.

"Now it's more like war."

[nopuffedsleeves.livejournal.com]

She shook her head. "War with furniture. I never did hear the like. Does this often happen?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Not often," Walter equivocated.

[nopuffedsleeves.livejournal.com]

"Huh," Marilla said. She swept into the room, daring the furniture to come near her. "And when you are not fighting with furniture, how is your time at school spent?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

The furniture apparently didn't know what to think of her and backed off rather like a herd of sheep with the wolf sweeping in among them.

Walter took advantage of the lull to put the kettle on.

Priorities.

This was obviously another school board snoop. People with power were best handled with care in some circumstances, this being one of them. "I spend quite a bit of time on my schoolwork, Miss...?"

[nopuffedsleeves.livejournal.com]

"Cuthbert," she said with a nod. "And I would very much like some tea, thank you. Do you know how to make it properly?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Yes, Miss Cuthbert. I do not think you will have any complaints." He did eye the furniture, which had settled down, apparently cowed.

Satisfied that he wasn't going to have to deal with any more sneak attacks for the moment, he went about preparing two settings for tea. Given his training and experience, the woman would likely find that the tea was prepared exactly to her liking without her having to specify.

Unless she was just the very contrary type. One could never be sure.

"Would you like some biscuits as well?"

[nopuffedsleeves.livejournal.com]

With the hint of a smile, she sat herself down at the now compliant table. "That would be lovely, thank you. And do you enjoy your schooling here?" Marilla asked.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Yes, Miss Cuthbert." It was so easy to fall into these polite patterns. "I do enjoy it here. I have learned quite a lot."

He arranged an assortment of cookies on a plate and set that on the table before turning pouring the now-boiling water into a teapot and putting two cups down on the table.

"What are your thoughts on the school so far, if I may ask?"