Third Floor Common Room, Tuesday Afternoon

[bitchprince]

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.

[[ open post and open CR ]]

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[bitchprince]

"Likewise in my kingdom," Arthur replied. "Sorcerers are to be found and executed." Even if sometimes, it was as if the magic in question did no harm, if sometimes his father went too far, even if most of his days at home had become an unending series of arguments behind closed doors.

"They've poisoned our water supplies in the past, and sent horrible creatures to bear down on Camelot." And if that was what was happening right now-- he'd take it all back.

[withoutverona]

"Is that what a questing beast is?" Romeo asked as he thought that over. (Look, it was relevant now.)

"But I don't know, Arthur. I know in some worlds people with powers use them wrongly" -- a telekinetic in a warehouse in Italy came to mind -- "but I've also seen people here who can do magic and use it only to help or heal. I can't say they ought to all be executed."

[bitchprince]

Arthur shot him a harsh look. "Perhaps here," he said, "You can say that much."

[withoutverona]

"It probably is easier to say here than there," Romeo agreed, backing down a little under the glare.

[bitchprince]

He held it for a moment, then glanced aside once more. "But all this talk of magic is a bit boring, isn't it?" Arthur deflected, "Is there any place to get a good drink here that doesn't involve fighting one's way through a herd of rodents?"

[withoutverona]

"Caritas," Romeo said instantly, also pleased by the change of subject. "They don't ask for ID and there are few rodents, but don't look at the musicians."

More hesitantly, he added, "Or, for what it's worth, I tend to have something in my room."

[bitchprince]

"You wouldn't happen to have any ale, would you?" Because so far, all he'd encountered here was rum. "I'll even settle for wine, as long as I don't have to read anything for it."

[withoutverona]

"Beer," Romeo nodded. "And no reading required. I'm in 502 and my roommate has gone home."

This sounded a little bit too much like a come-on to him, and he grimaced slightly at himself.

[OOC: I am also heading home -- later!]

[bitchprince]

That earned him an amused look. "Oh, don't worry, Romeo," he said, "I'll settle for the beer."

[[ later! ]]

[withoutverona]

Romeo bit back his embarrassed laugh. "I just realized it might sound like I was offering something else. It's good to know there's no misunderstanding."