Third Floor Common Room; Thursday, Noonish.

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This was a pretty bizarre phenomenon. Chad was up by noonish, when he didn't have to be. But the place seemed so dead during the holiday break that the quiet seemed to live as its own entity that kept him from being the usual dead log he was through these breaks. It was unsettling, and staying in his room only made it worse. He went to the common room, grabbed something to eat and can of vegetable juice to drink before taking over the couch, guitar in his lap, softly playing some nice, drawling Spanish chords. He hoped the sound of the music would maybe draw people out. If not, if they weren't conflicted with the Silence Sleeping Disorder that he was, well, then, at least he'd get in some practise, as well as think about the fact that new kids were coming in soon. He could start his new band soon maybe...


[[ open as common rooms be! I might disappear for shopping, but not for a bit. Also, my espresso percolator broke yesterday! I had to make my coffee the conventional way! THE HORROR! *chugs anyway* ]]