Third Floor Common Room, Tuesday Morning

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The problem with a first period class, Claire reflected as she started a pot of coffee, was that once it was over you were too awake to go back to sleep but it was still too early to do much of anything else.

Once the coffee was done, she sat down at a table with a mug and a deck of tarot cards -- a birthday present from her Aunt Sarah. She fiddled with them idly, half laying out cards for a reading on herself but mostly just looking at the pictures on the deck. They were beautiful illustrations, anyhow.

She wasn't in a mood for TV, but she had the radio on and tuned to a classic rock station just for the background noise.

[OOC: Open common room, yep!]

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[future_sandworm]

"And what do you think about?" Leto asked.

[bedtime!]

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"Stuff," he said a little vaguely. "The day. Kaylee. Stuff. Just a little bit of everything."

[Night!]

[future_sandworm]

The questions were a little intrusive perhaps, but some things about Ned did not make sense to Leto. There must be more to him than pie making. He figured he would not get any further with this line of questions though. "Everything? Yes, I guess that covers a lot." He smiled at Ned.