Fourth Floor Common Room [evening]

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Having had a rather...eventful day (it wasn't every afternoon that a girl hatched a tiny girl with snakes for hair out of an egg, after all), Aravis was curled up comfortably on a couch in the fourth floor common room with a cup of tea.

Somehow the colder weather wasn't helping her mood, either.

Nor was the programming on the television. "I don't understand why we're supposed to care about any of these people," Aravis sighed, blowing onto the surface of her tea so that the steam would rise into her face, because in her opinion, that was far more interesting than Rumor Gal.

[LOOK AT ME WITH A MONDAY NIGHT OFF.]

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"I think it looks distracting," Aravis admitted. "Don't bows like that go on gifts?"

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There was nothing Cal could say to that that wasn't just dirty.

He let out a laugh as he tried to figure out something else to say, failed, and just shook his head.

"Yes," he confirmed. "Yes they do."

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"Then why in heaven's name would she put it on her head?" Aravis asked, exasperated. "Does she fancy herself some kind of present? Because she's not a very nice person at all. She'd make a terrible gift."

Pot, kettle.

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"I don't think," Cal mused, tilting his head and trying to glean off a little more of the character's personality, "she would agree with you there. At least about the terrible gift part."

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"She would constantly berate whoever received her," Aravis tsked.

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"But she does so in such dulcet tones! And looks adorable while doing it."

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"Adorable...or conniving, and mean, and...actually, you know, I do rather like her. I just don't know that I understand the bows. She certainly seems more useful than that flaily fair-headed giant."

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Cal laughed at the admission, shaking his head. "Flaily fair-headed giant," he repeated. "I like that. Kind of poetic. But the flaily fair-headed giant has something that the ribboned neurotic schemer does not."

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"Legs like a warhorse?" Aravis tried.

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"I was thinking low-cut tops," Cal admitted, ducking his head with a slightly embarrassed laugh. "But I like your answer a lot better. A lot."

Cal was never going to look at a warhorse the same way again, which worked out because he wasn't exactly in the habit of looking at warhorses often.

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Aravis tilted her head, grinning. "Well, that is true. She certainly isn't afraid to show off the assets she's been afforded. So that is, indeed, a point in her favor. Perhaps I should just use the button that turns off the sound when she comes on."

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"What? Her husky, inarticulate stumbling through words doesn't quite do it for you?"

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"I can hardly understand her. She should go off with the annoying boy with his hair in his face and sit together looking attractive but contributing nothing," Aravis declared.

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"I like the way you think," Cal said, thinking once more of warhorse legs and deciding that he liked that quite a lot.