Third Floor Common Room, Tuesday Afternoon

[bitchprince]

After completing his go at Gun Club, Arthur returned to the dorms only to realise he didn't much feel like dealing with Leto yet. He'd come up with a proper revenge later. Right now, he craved a chance to sit somewhere, to fight off the sense that was dawning in the wake of yesterday's upset. He sat, and idly considered the Teevee.

Maybe she's just afraid to lose a friend, Merlin had said, and while Arthur was not going to stretch as far as to call her that aloud, he had to admit that the expression on her face had... seemed...

It was easier, dealing with sorcerers, when all you did was distract Father and find them quick shelter elsewhere. Here, there was little escape from them. No matter what he did, they would remain, and the honest truth was that he bore them very little ill will.

Wasn't his father. He'd seen too much damage caused by it not to be wary, but...

Of course, that made him think of Liir. He wasn't going to let thought of his conduct around him make him cringe.

So he sat. Subdued. Thinking.

[[ open common room! ]]

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[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"I'm never getting married," he said and laughed ruefully.

[withoutverona]

"Wise man. If I ever do it again" -- because, face it, he was Romeo and he would -- "it'll be at noon and I'll be as sober as a judge."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Just...don't marry Angela, again," he said, trying to make his tone teasing even if he kind of meant it.

[withoutverona]

"I don't think she'd have me," Romeo answered, shaking his head. "Don't worry on that score."