Second Floor Common Room, Thursday Afternoon

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This wasn't the best of days, even if the nuisance was pretty small. Ender'd made the mistake of going outside this morning, and although he'd fled inside at the first sign of trouble, 'the first sign' had still left a sizable pink splotch on his head, covering part of his eye and tailing up into his hair.

He was just going to choose to ignore it. He had settled inside instead, on the couch with a bowl of something a little like a snack, watching a history documentary about World War 2.

[ open common room, yep. ]