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fandomhighdorms2008-06-09 09:19 am
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Second Floor Common Room [Late Morning]
After his first class, Ned had come back to the dorms without much in mind as to what to do to pass the time until his class later in the day.
After talking himself into and out of it several times, he'd finally gathered up some things he'd purchased over the weekend and trundled everything down the hall to the common room. It was empty for the time being.
Before he could talk himself out of it once more, he started baking for the first time in years. A pie, of course. A simple apple pie but it felt good to be baking again. It'd been awhile.
[Open CR is open. He'll share, of course.]
After talking himself into and out of it several times, he'd finally gathered up some things he'd purchased over the weekend and trundled everything down the hall to the common room. It was empty for the time being.
Before he could talk himself out of it once more, he started baking for the first time in years. A pie, of course. A simple apple pie but it felt good to be baking again. It'd been awhile.
[Open CR is open. He'll share, of course.]

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"So you might," she told him with a nod, despite that it was highly unlikely. "It's a possibility. It's just that I'm kind of a powerful person at this school, and you should never put yourself in a position of owing a powerful person something, because, if they felt like it, they could ruin you."
She felt like explaining that she was actually a good person and probably wouldn't ruin him unless he tried to ruin her first, but there was just so much appeal in trying to put a slight bit of fear in some of the newbies. Just so long as it wasn't overpowering, so she'd have to be delicate about it. Especially if he was in the same class as she was. A fear vote was still a vote, yes, but not the kind Turtle preferred.
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He looked at the pie that was just now going into the oven.
"I won't cross you," he promised.
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"Nonono," she said quickly, not wanting to seem tyrannical. Not too tyrannical. A gracious tyrant, she was. "It's not that you're not! I mean, you make pies! Believe me, if the pies are good, you'll have quite a bit of power around here yourself. People on this island love their pie. It's just...you know, about balances. After all, the best place to get the stuff for making pies is my store. Without my store, you can't make pies, or, at least, you'd have to go through a lot of trouble to make them, and, therefor, you power, in a way, is directly effected by my power. However, it's the people buying things from my store that gives me power, so if you're not buying things from me, I start to lose some of my power, and..."
She trailed off a little, tilting her head. "You see what I mean?"
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He didn't know that but it seemed a good thing to say.
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Pause.
"Or, well, not your boyfriend. Not that there's anything wrong with it if you do have one, though, of course."
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"There we go," he said, smiling at his first created pie since leaving Longburrow.
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She made sure to blow on the little forkfull she'd gotten, though, before putting it in her mouth. And it was still really hot, but, with a humming sort of mumble, she chewed away and, for lack of being able to talk because of the pie in her mouth, just nodded and gave Ned a thumbs up of approval.
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