Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

[not_in_the_book]

There was ice cream everywhere.

Milkshakes. Sundaes. Banana splits. Even a baked Alaska. Homemade ice cream sandwiches. A couple of gelati. Even a random lemon sorbeto. Ronan was standing at the counter, making dish after dish, a few well-placed wizardries keeping bowls of ice cream from melting before they could be eaten by whoever came by. The counter was already mostly covered, and there was still more sitting around in containers, ready to be served.

Bart had wanted ice cream, the previous Saturday. Ronan couldn't help but... well. There was a lot of ice cream, for whoever wanted it.


[Open, as common rooms usually are. Feel free to come by and get any of the aforementioned -- or other, freely moddable -- ice cream concoctions.]

Comments

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Hey!" Isabel smiled. "How's Grace?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"She's good," Dean said with a grin. "Dad says she's still giving them suspicious looks when they try to feed her, in case it's the tea again."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"That was the nastiest concoction ever," she agreed, shuddering in memory. "But it worked. That's what's important."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. But Gracie's missing all the nuances of that. All she's figured out is that Daddy gave her something awful to drink."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Someday she'll understand. Until then I think her big brother's supposed to bring her sweet stuff to make up for it," Isabel pointed out.

"Did Meg get any sleep? She was pretty tired when I talked to her yesterday."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"We kinda lost track of each other last night, but she seemed like she'd got some at the service today."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"It was a good service," she said quietly. "I liked what you said."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Thanks." Dean shrugged uncomfortably. "Kinda felt like I should say something, considering, y'know?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I do." Isabel looked down, stirring what was left of her ice cream. "I only met him the day before. He was Andrew's roommate. Andrew's my little brother."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"How's he doing?" Dean asked.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Upset, obviously. He went for a walk after the service. Alone." Even though she could understand why he wanted to be alone, it didn't mean she couldn't worry about him.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"I don't know him that well," Dean said, "but I could check in on him tomorrow? If you want? I can say I'm doing it on behalf of Bart as his big brother."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel shook her head. "Give it a day or two. I think he might be feeling pressured with everyone watching him."