3rd Floor CR, Sunday Evening

[swipedthatfoot.livejournal.com]

Claire decided that she was obviously delusional, homesick or both. Those were the only possible explanations for taking up the common room kitchen in an attempt to make a pot roast from her mother's recipe. Ruth's recipe wasn't entirely clear, and there were a couple of ingredients that either weren't available on this coast or were no longer made at all. The whole thing was giving her a migraine and she was remembering why she didn't cook.

Vegetables sliced and oven preheated, Claire stood on the counter, rooting through a cabinet for Lipton soup mix. She tried not to curse too loudly.

Momentarily forgotten, the TV blared a Z-Cases rerun.

[OOC: Open like a CR, yep.]

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[swipedthatfoot.livejournal.com]

"Don't say the g-word," Claire joked. "So are you a senior too? I'm trying to figure out the whole college thing and all of that."

[harrydresden.livejournal.com]

Harry nodded. "Yeah, I'm a senior. And not quite as allergic to work as I like to let on, but don't tell anybody. No clue what I'm doing after I'm done here though."

[swipedthatfoot.livejournal.com]

"I have to go to college," Claire announced. "I'm thinking maybe art school."

She gave him a tiny grin. "I'll keep your secret safe and everything."

[harrydresden.livejournal.com]

"What kind of art?" Harry asked. "I can draw a mean stick figure."

[swipedthatfoot.livejournal.com]

"I kind of want to study whatever, but I really like photography," Claire ventured. "You should have taken art this term. Ms. Aldrin had us do a whole class just drawing stick figures."

[harrydresden.livejournal.com]

"Photography's cool. Wouldn't want to get too close to any digital cameras though. And a class on stick figures sounds great. The more complicated stuff though..."