3rd Floor Common Room, Thursday afternoon

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Buffy had survived her last finals as a senior.

More importantly, she'd gone a whole year without getting kicked out of school.

This would be why she was making brownies (the regular kind, thank you) in the common room kitchen, with the TV on for background noise. This was something to be celebrated.


[Open, entertain me plz.]

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"And I have it," Blair replied. Because if she said it often enough it would be true.

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Buffy took a brownie. "Me, too."

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Blair hesitated, then helped herself to a small piece of brownie. "Excellent. Where do you shop?"

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"Here," she said, picking apart the brownie to pop a small piece into her mouth. "Plenty of options, but there's no telling who else is going to have your outfit."

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"If people were raised right they'd know not to do that," Blair said.

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"Not shop here, or have my outfit?"

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"Not have other people's outfits," Blair said. "There are some shops here that aren't too bad."

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"Probably nothing like the... Upper... Side of Manhattan," she assumed. No, she hadn't caught where, exactly. Look, she hadn't expected to repeat it back when Blair said it.

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"No, there's tasteless idiots there too," Blair said. "We just try to avoid them." Or destroy them. Six of one...