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.]

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[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I know," Dean said, thinking of his own reasons for getting up and speaking. He lifted a spoonful of ice cream up. "To Bart," he said. Somehow making a toast with ice cream seemed appropriate for the kid.

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan nodded, lifting up his milkshake. "To Bart," he agreed, before taking a big gulp. The cold went straight to his head. "Oh, ugh, brainfreeze."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean chuckled. "That'll get you every time. The inherent danger of ice cream."

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan nodded, wincing, as he ran through a series of syllables in his head that would -- he hoped -- release the pain. "Oh, Powers, that feels better," he said, after it faded pretty much instantly. "There are times when I definitely love being a wizard. Instant brainfreeze cure."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Dude, that's so not fair," Dean said. "The rest of us mere mortals just have to learn to slow down when ice cream eating."

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan laughed. "Well, next time, I'll do that. But for when I forget..." He shrugged. "It comes in handy, anyway."