Second Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

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Valentine was in a good mood, sitting on the couch in the common room wearing a pair of new jeans and a new jacket as well.

... For whatever reason, the shirt that he was wearing with these new clothes was one of his smelly old plum-coloured ones.

He was humming to himself and juggling as he tried to plot out the details for his next big production. The one that his physical well-being was currently very dependent on.

Feel free to ignore or put money into the cup that he's set out on the table. He is accepting donations for his film-making endeavors.

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[justmisplaced.livejournal.com]

When he'd finished his mouthful, he finally thought to add an "Evening," to that greeting.

"You live on this floor?" he asked. "Or, just passing through?"

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

"This floor," she confirmed. "212. Cassandra."

[justmisplaced.livejournal.com]

"Shawn, #229," returned, sending her a quick grin. "Welcome to the best floor in the dorms," he added.

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

"It's... nice? My roommate is nice." Very nice. Cassandra liked Meg quite a bit.

[justmisplaced.livejournal.com]

"Lucky," Shawn told her. "Need someone you actually get along with when you're cramped into a small space like that with them this long."

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

"Well," Cassandra grinned a bit, "Sometimes I sneak out at night. But that's because I'm... not always good around people?" Nothing to do with Meg at all, really.

[justmisplaced.livejournal.com]

"Hey, if sneaking out at night helps, why the hell not," Shawn said with a shrug. "Everyone needs their time alone, right?"

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

"True. And it's quiet here. I like that." Especially on the roof. At least when no one's up there being emo.

[justmisplaced.livejournal.com]

"Quiet?" Shawn chuckled. "You obviously haven't been here long," he remarked. "Probably won't say that after your first invasion."

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

"Invasion?" A couple of people had mentioned them, but Cassandra was still holding out hope that this place would be different. That she could just be... normal.

[justmisplaced.livejournal.com]

"Trolls were my least favourite," Shawn told her. "One of them broke my foot. Thick as a plank and smelt terrible."

"The school administration kept one as a pet janitor, or something. Might see him around."

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

"Oh," her voice was suddenly subdued. "I liked the idea of a quiet place..."

[justmisplaced.livejournal.com]

"It's quiet in between?" Shawn tried. "Usually."

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

"That's something, I guess." Her voice was still soft. She really was hoping it wouldn't be like the last place she lived.

[justmisplaced.livejournal.com]

"And hey, if you find a nice quiet roof to hide on, or cupboard to hide in..." He shrugged. "Might not even get noticed."

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

"I... don't know if I could." She still had a heroic martyrdom complex, and she knew herself well enough to realize that it was likely to kick in whether she liked it or not.

[justmisplaced.livejournal.com]

"Personally, not good at the run and hide option either."

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

"Maybe... maybe there won't be any while I'm here?" It's not a suggestion that Cassandra was able to make with much conviction, really. Her life never worked out like that.

[justmisplaced.livejournal.com]

"If you say so," Shawn said skeptically. He'd been here well over a year, and considering the number of attacks in that time... he wasn't sure that would work out for her.

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

She could hold on to that hope for another... well, probably not long really.

"Well..." Now she didn't have anything to say, so she just shrugged.

[justmisplaced.livejournal.com]

Shawn shoved another chip in his mouth. "Good luck with that."