Second Floor Common Room, Monday

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Jack still felt a bit...happy from that thing on Saturday. With the dancing guy. At first he thought he was sick or something, and spent most of the weekend in bed, occasionally looking at his car magazines...and...for once, not looking at the cars or the models on the cars, but the guys who built the car. He was obviously coming down with something so he decided to come out. Of his room, that is.

And make some tea.

[Open like modern views on being happy in public. he's here, he's...confusedly happy.]
[AFK for a few hours. sp is love.]