3rd Floor Common Room [Tuesday, Late Morning]

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy... was not generally a morning person, by any stretch of the imagination. Not unless she hadn't yet been to bed.

So it was mid-morning at least on a day she didn't have a workshop to think about, before she surfaced enough to pull on some clothes and bothered to find something to eat: toast. Well, toast and tea. A master chef in the making, this one.

The TV was on, for all she claimed she hated that sort of thing. She was watching for the mocking potential of their little dramas. That was all.

[[bored bored, and so open!]]

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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"For you, maybe," he said and ate some. They were good. "I'm not a cook. I don't cook unless it can be microwaved."