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.

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[ashockingbitch]

"It only ends in tears and attempted murder," Jenny said.

She was totally talking about her own marriage. She swore.

[bitchprince]

He'd believe it if she did, too.

"Probably a good thing that I escaped that trap," he said, "Although, now I have to wonder: does that mean you like me?"

Somewhere, Morgana was calling him an intolerable prat.

[ashockingbitch]

"Well," Jenny said. "You're blond, you're English, you're quite attractive, and you seem to have a bitchy streak. How could I not?"

[bitchprince]

"How could you not, indeed."

And now she was ranting about his oversized head.

"I have to admit," he said, "The straightforwardness in this place does occasionally have its good sides."

[ashockingbitch]

Jenny wondered if 'fancy a shag' would be too straightforward for a probably-medieval Englishman. Probably yes. Pity. "It does come in handy."