4th floor common room, Late Sunday night

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair stomped down the hall from his room, carrying Tributary and shaking popcorn from his hair. "I'm so sorry, Trib. She's just a very strange lady."

Tributary just shrugged sleepily and nodded. "Mommy said that you had a crush on her once. Said you must have a thing for girls who can beat you up."

"Shhhh." Blair said, lying on the couch and settling Tributary next to him. "Let's not talk about that where the radio squirrels can hear us."

[Follows this post, for a certain kidlet, but open like common rooms are]

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[magicalmoonpies.livejournal.com]

"Offay." Which, if she hadn't had mouth full of pop-tart, would have sounded much more like 'okay'.

Blue was feeling a little tired but she pouted a little. "Do I hafta?"

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Yes, you 'hafta'." Blair grinned. "But if you lay down and don't whine, I might read you a story."

[magicalmoonpies.livejournal.com]

"Story-time, yay!" Blue bounced. Then remembered the bit about laying down and did so. "Do you know any good stories, Daddy?"

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair thought about Luna and the slightly unusual things she spoke of on a regular basis. "Probably not as good as your mum, but I know a few."

"What would you like to hear about?"