Fourth Floor Common Room [late evening]

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

Aravis could, once again, not sleep. So tonight she was curled up on the couch (where she had absolutely not fallen asleep the night before) and was watching whatever had come up on the television while sipping tea and poking at a roll of something called Rolos that she'd handwavily gotten earlier, along with a heap of other candies.

She would probably welcome company. And maybe share her candy. Maybe.

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[grenfelzer.livejournal.com]

"Well, originally I was looking to see if I could spot your brains dribbling out your ears, but now that you mention it..."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"You're kidding, right?" Conner . . . totally did just clap both hands over his ears just in case, yes. "No! I'm too young to be losing hair but maybe this whole camp organization thing is making me go bald before my time and oh crap . . ."

[grenfelzer.livejournal.com]

Carmela just sighs and shakes her head.

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Carmela?" Conner asks after a moment -- a long moment in which he tries, and utterly fails, to scrape together the last shreds of his dignity. "I kind of hate you."

He's totally grinning, though. In a "oh God, shoot me now" way.

[grenfelzer.livejournal.com]

"You almost make it too easy, Conner," Carmela says. "That's all I'm sayin'."