Fifth Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

[ashockingbitch]

Jenny's homework was to cook a meal, right? That people could eat? Well, Sunday night seemed as good a time as any to make breakfast for her fellow students. After all, she'd only woken up a few hours ago, so it totally counted as breakfast time. She'd decided to take this to the fifth floor in case she set something on fire. More plausible deniability that way.

There was cereal from a box, bacon that was not quite burnt around the edges, some slightly questionable scrambled eggs, tea, and toast. There was nothing wrong with the tea or the toast.

((Open like a common room!))