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fandomhighdorms2009-01-10 02:00 pm
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Second Floor Common Room, Saturday Afternoon
He wasn't pouting.
He was cooking, throwing whatever he could find into some sort of colossal stir fry, but he wasn't pouting.
He did, however, have two burger patties reserved if a certain girl with a horned forehead came by.
"Can't believe I forgot about Wednesday," he kept muttering.
He was cooking, throwing whatever he could find into some sort of colossal stir fry, but he wasn't pouting.
He did, however, have two burger patties reserved if a certain girl with a horned forehead came by.
"Can't believe I forgot about Wednesday," he kept muttering.

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So she decided to have a break and venture out into the second floor common room, "hi Jack," she smiled when she entered and saw him there.
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