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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[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel set her ice cream aside and held out her arms, silently offering a hug.

[not_in_the_book]

And Ronan took the silent offer, letting himself be enfolded in Isabel's arms for a long moment before pulling away. "Thanks," he said, "but anymore and I might... Not here, anyway. Maybe later."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I get that," she nodded. "Well when later comes? If you need company, you know where to find me."

[not_in_the_book]

"I do," Ronan said. "And you know where to find me. Are we on for tomorrow night? Our usual?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Absolutely," Isabel promised with a smile. "I'd say it's a date. But...squirrels. I don't want radio to make Wyatt jealous."