Fourth Floor Common Room, Friday Evening

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Fridays at the end of a break week were still Fridays that usually weren't busy at all. So, after getting bored of being bored, Hannibal kicked himself out of his own room and took a trip down the the nearest common room.

He found the quickest movie that looked moderately interesting (or at least had explosions) before going into the kitchen and peering at all the equipment. He wasn't a chef. But he was hungry. He could make passable macaroni and cheese, he decided.

If he didn't burn the mac and cheese and didn't set the common room on fire, he'd consider it a job well done.

[If no one's around to hear a common room open, is it really open? Of course it is!]

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Being bored was apparently a universal issue this week. Not having classes was all very well, but that tended to be an unfortunate side effect.

"You had me under the impression you only made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches," Angela remarked as she walked up behind him.

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"Well, I haven't made anything yet," he said, smiling down at his pot and ingredients and measuring cup. "So, you still might be right. Wanna be the one to hold the fire extinguisher?"

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"You would actually trust me with the health and safety side of this?" Angela asked with a little huff of laughter. "Brave man."

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"I'd trust you to make sure I don't catch on fire," he said and smiled. "While I may enjoy being on fire in the metaphorical sense, I don't in the physical sense."

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Angela apparently decided that was a job she'd take, because she hopped up to perch on the sideboard nearby. She could always move if it turned out she was in the way.

"What're you making, anyway?" she asked, looking over the bits and pieces he'd amassed on the counter.

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"A three course meal," he lied, waving a spoon around in the air. "One containing vitamins and minerals and protein!"

Pause.

"Macaroni and cheese. But, who knows, I might be a culinary genius with mac and cheese. I might be the best mac and cheese chef in the world!"

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"Maybe," Angela allowed with a grin at him. "You're getting your best shot at finding out, with your very own mascot," she said gesturing at herself.

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"Are you gonna cheer me on?" he asked, grinning at her. "Encourage me like no other?"

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"As best I can when I don't have pom-poms on me," Angela replied with a smirk.

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"I'd take the short skirt over pom poms any day," he said, measuring out some water for the mac and cheese. "Legs beat pom poms."

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"Does the promise of wearing a short skirt at some point, cover it?" Angela asked as she watched what he was doing.

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"Well, you are a cheerleader now," he pointed out. "And so am I. So even if we didn't know each other, I'd still get to see you in one."

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Angela shrugged. "Well, the thought was there," she said, swinging her legs off the edge of the counter.

"Looking forward to a sleepover with a whole room full of cheerleaders tomororw?" she asked.

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"Make no mistake," he said, stopping in his prep of the food to turn towards her. "I'd like to see your legs every day if I could."

He followed that with a smile and a quick glance at said legs (hey, he was a guy) before saying, "And yep. Can't wait. Those are the best kind of sleepovers."

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"Just from the concept, or have you actually been to one of these things before?" she asked.

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"Concept," he said. "Only sleepovers I've been invited to were for my guy friends. And we mostly just wanted to play video games and eat."

Wait, wait.

"I was a kid, by the way. I wasn't doing that like last week or anything."

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"I'd be willing to bet this one will be more interesting," Angela said with a confident nod. Not that she'd ever been to a sleepover involving video games and pizza, it was just a hunch.

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"You ever been to one like this?" he asked. "You and some girls and pajamas?"

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"Of course," Angela replied. "Not that recently," she admitted. "But, I'm thinking that pretty much every girl has been to at least one at some point."

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"Tell me more," he said, twirling the spoon in front of her. "Please? And maybe I'll share my mac and cheese with you."

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"You mean to say you wouldn't anyway?"

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"Well." He tried to look selfish and stingy but failed. "No, I would. Share with me and I'll...surprise you with something."

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Angela arched an amused eyebrow. "Oookay, but I warn you, there isn't that much to share."

"We really follow a very simple stereotype. Ice cream, movies, gossip about boys, the occasional hair braiding... There's usually a game of truth and dare thrown in there for the hell of it."

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"For a guy who never went to an all girls sleepover, this is plenty," he said and smiled. "Gossip, huh? If you had a sleepover right now...let's say no boys tomorrow, what would you gossip about?"

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"About how this place is deficient." Angela gave a melodramatic sigh. "Boys in this school all seem to be either taken or gay. It's really kind of sad."