bitchprince ([personal profile] bitchprince) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2009-01-06 12:44 pm

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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[identity profile] stocksgrrl.livejournal.com 2009-01-06 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
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."

[identity profile] stocksgrrl.livejournal.com 2009-01-06 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"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."

[identity profile] stocksgrrl.livejournal.com 2009-01-06 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Man," Turtle shook her head, "four days, and already you want out. Too much to handle?"
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[identity profile] stocksgrrl.livejournal.com 2009-01-06 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"No one said you had to just stare at your boots," Turtle pointed out. "You make of it what you will."

[identity profile] stocksgrrl.livejournal.com 2009-01-07 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, well!" Turtle scoffed. "Not with that attitude, Mister!"