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Third Floor Common Room, Tuesday Afternoon

With the cold and his so-called 'class' being what they were, Arthur could no longer avoid spending at least some time within the dorms. So he took a broom into the common room, perched it somewhere against a wall nearby, and then cast a questioning eye over the room's contents.

At least a chair was a chair no matter where you went. He took a seat, a great, big, space-claiming seat, and leaned the elbow that wasn't contained by the sling on the arm of the chair. From that position, he took careful stock, including a wary one of the black box that rested in the room.

The locals seemed to have a thing about boxes.

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What? He sat up. "Oh, yes," Arthur said, "I'm simply horribly uninteresting. To all, really."

Turtle's head bobbed up and down in agreement and, to emphasize the point even more, she opened her mouth in a very big yawn, patting a hand in front of it.

"Would you mind repeating that? Just for posterity."

He really needed to watch out for how easy it was to pick fights with women around here.

Oh, Turtle could repeat it, alright. She even upped it a little, throwing in a long, arching back stretch, her arms reaching out over her head to the very tips of her fingers, then dropped down with a sigh and another big yawn, concluding in that sleepy lip-smacking thing people did.

Then she settled with a that felt good sort of sigh and grinned over at Arthur, hoping that helped to illustrate the point a little better for his slow self.

"Now that," Arthur said, seriously, "Is an excellent portrayal of how utterly dull you are."

Alright, alright, it wasn't seriously in the slightest.

"Oh!" Turtle remarked, laughing. "I see what you did there. A reversal. Very skilled maneuver, however did you manage it?"

"You might have caught it," he said, "As it came out of my mouth."

"Eh." Turtle waved a hand. "That would indicate that I'd actually want to pay attention to you enough for that."

"Yes, because taking the time to react to what I just said is an excellent gauge of your disinterest."

"And taking the time to retort is an excellent gauge of yours."

Arthur stretched, leaning differently into the chair in which he was seated. He laughed. "No," he said, "I merely enjoy setting people right. Which I believe I've now done."

"Oh, of course," Turtle nodded in firm agreement. Really. "You sure showed me what's what, let me tell you."

"Then I'm glad we agree," he said, grinning one touch too brightly to be fully believed.

Turtle rolled her eyes, but the full effect of the gesture was spoiled by her own broad smirk. "So you had any classes yet, your Majesty?"

"Unfortunately," Arthur replied, thinking of 'Management Theory', "The answer is yes."

Turtle was far too busy fangirling Miss Yzma a bit to have even noticed him there, but she grinned at his tone. "Not a fan so far?"

"The instructor is mad, and the subject is ridiculous," Arthur said, his tone rather conversational for his choice in words.

Turtle shrugged a little. "Welcome to Fandom High!" she added, grinning wryly her her hands lifted, shaking in the air in a very muted expression of excitement. Very. "Seriously, that just about narrowed it down to virtually every other class offered here."

"Well, in that case," he said, bending his head forwards once more, "I thought the class was absolutely fine. In fact, I think I shall take it about a dozen times again or more."

"Now that's the spirit, your Highness!" Turtle laughed a little. "That's the sort of go-get'em attitude we like to see around here."

"Seriously, though. They're almost all insane. You should try to take a class with Mister Petrelli if you can; he's probably my favorite and very not-insane."

"I don't plan to find myself here long enough to enroll for any more," he said, dismissively, "But if that very unlikely occurance takes place, I might put my mind to it."

No, he wouldn't. He had this problem about listening to people.

"Man," Turtle shook her head, "four days, and already you want out. Too much to handle?"

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"What, sitting around on an island dealing with madmen, staring at my own boots all day?" he asked, incredulously. "Not in the slightest. I have more important places to be."

"No one said you had to just stare at your boots," Turtle pointed out. "You make of it what you will."

"There is nothing here that would be a help in any way," he said, "Nothing."

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