Fourth Floor Common Room [evening]

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Aravis was bored, but didn't want to be in her room when curfew hit if she could help it. So that was why a girl and her dog were sitting on the couch, watching the only thing that had caught her attention:

Telemundo.

She had no idea why the women who spoke in another language kept screaming, or why the men wouldn't stop crying.

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[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"It's not just me who thinks it's strange?" Aravis looked relieved. "Maybe they're upset over the music."

[notawitch.livejournal.com]

"Oh no, I'm totally with you on that," Will said. "Maybe the background music is really being played really loudly on the radio in the room, and they're both upset because they don't know how to shut it off."

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"In spite of his abnormally large arms. And perhaps she's berating him for this inability, and blaming him?" Aravis suggested.

[notawitch.livejournal.com]

Will shrugged. "Could be. Maybe that dude's arms are so big that he can't lift them up high enough to reach the volume switch and she's upset about that."

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"But then why would she not just do it herself?" Aravis wondered.

[notawitch.livejournal.com]

"Maybe..." Will tried to think of a good reason. "Maybe she's been crying so much that she no longer has the strength to do it herself?"

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"I like her even less now," Aravis frowned.

[notawitch.livejournal.com]

Will frowned at the TV. "I have no idea what they're saying, so I don't even know her name."