fandomhighdorms | Fourth floor comon room: Saturday afternoon

Karal stumbled into the common room in something of a daze.

In his arms was a chinchilla. Esther the chinchilla, in fact, and she was extremely cute, all bright eyes and twitching nose.

Unfortunately she was also talking. A lot. "...so this is a common room. I've never seen a common room before. What makes it common? That seems like a strange name. Can I have a biscuit? Or a carrot? I bet there's some in that big white box over there. Put me down so I can hop around! I want to see why it's common!"

Karal set her down on the table, sank into a chair, and let his head thump onto the table top. Esther was still talking. "Why did you do that? Didn't that hurt? This isn't the floor, I can't get to the white box from here." Hop hop, nudge nudge. "Your hair is soft. Not as soft as mine, but it's soft. Can I get down? I want to explore. Where's my biscuit? You were going to get me a biscuit."

"Bright Flame, please stop talking!" Karal begged her.

"But you wanted me to talk. you said so. You said you wished I could talk, and then I could! Not that I couldn't talk before, you just couldn't understand me. I don't think humans are very smart. Oh, what's over here?!"

Karal groaned and closed his eyes.

[ooc: well, it's a common room, so of course it's open! Karal wished Esther the chinchilla could talk, and lo and behold... Plus, shhhh, it always said Saturday.]

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And sure enough, a sandwich popped into existence on the table on front of Johnny. Blaze pulled his hand away from Esther to poke at it. It felt real enough. He picked it up and took a tentative bite.

"Tuna salad," he told Karal. "Tastes pretty good."

"Glory!" Karal was staring at the sandwich, rather awed. So was Esther, but for a very different reason. "Chinchillas can't have tuna," he told her and she started to complain.

Well, magical or not, a sandwich was a sandwich. Johnny moved the plate from the table to his lap and started to take bites from it. His hunger at the moment was greater than any thoughts of magical stomach pains later.

"Well, I guess that proves that there is somethin' around here pouncing on peoples wishes," he said.

He paused a moment before remembering manners. "You want some?" he offered Karal.

Esther bounced. "Me, me, I want some!"

"You cannot have some. Chinchillas are not meat eaters. Fish is meat, sort of. And no, thank you," he added to Johnny, slightly wary of a magic sandwich.

If Johnny was the kind to think things through completely, he probably would have been more worried about the magic sandwich too.

"Can she have some of the bread?" he asked Karal.

"I think that would be all right," he ventured while Esther nodded enthusiastically and did a little bouncing, hopping dance around the table. "I suspect, after everything she's eaten today, she may have a very strong stomach."

Johnny ripped a chunk of bread and crust off the side of the sandwich, wiped off a couple bits of tuna on to the plate, and offered it to the talky chinchilla.

"You better hope that this goes away on it's own, or you're gonna end up shovin' a lot of food in there."

Esther snatched the bread in her paws and stuffed it in her mouth, mumbling who knew what all the while. "She is going to end up too large to fit in her cage, I'm afraid. If she is still like this after a few days, I will seek out one of the magic users, see if they can cast a silencing spell over her."

"I can't help you with the magic half, since I seem to be one of the fairly normal students around here with no special abilities, but 'f you need someone to help move her cages, I'm your guy." Johnny said.

Fourth floor comon room: Saturday afternoon

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