4th Floor Common Room [Wednesday, Afternoon]

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Somehow, senior year, Angela had ended up with fewer classes than ever. She would never complain about that one. Ever. But it left her with tonnes of free time. Which she probably could've been filling with prepping her portfolio for art school, but instead was... not.

What? It was the first week of semester. It was allowed.

She'd had her lie in, actually got dressed, and was finally sorting out some lunch for herself (making sandwiches, because she really just couldn't mess that up), and watching (and, okay, humming along to) the weird music videos on whichever channel she'd flipped to. Just how much drugs were the people who came up with these things on?

[[and open, like a common room is!]]

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"I don't have to share a bed with anyone who jabs me with their elbows or snores like they are cutting wood in their sleep," Mat said. "I've had worse accommodations."

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"At least you don't have to see the yellow when you're sleeping," she teased.

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"It's a bloody great comfort," Mat replied with a laugh. "It makes the mornings uncomfortable, though. I'd prefer to stay in bed a little longer than those walls let me."

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"Means you'd actually have to get things done," she might not be looking at him, but she'd no problem talking to him like this. Not that she could talk, her schedule was completely messed up. Her body was too used to working on Evening Watch.

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"What's to get done?" Mat asked, sprawling into a chair. "There's no army to worry about here, or bloody stupid friends to rescue--not that they'll thank me for it, of course, they had a plan to bloody get themselves out of that prison, if you ask them--the weather hasn't gone insane, we don't seem to be hurtling toward the end of an Age..." he laughed. "I could spend my days throwing dice and no one would even sniff at me."

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"Better watch out for Dogs," she warned, she sounded amused by sommat. She'd looked up when he mentioned the prisons part.

Pounce lifted his head, blinking open his purple eyes with a mrht. "Or cats."

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"Burn me!" Mat gasped. "Did that cat just bloody talk?!"

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Beka glanced down at Pounce. "He does that," she explained. "When it suits him."

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"If my eyes starting turning color and I end up with a noblewoman following me around and telling me what to do, I'm blaming you," he said. Because that's what happened to Perrin. One day he was a perfectly normal blacksmith's apprentice, the next he had golden eyes, wolves talking in his head, and a wife who was never, ever wrong. Ever. "People shouldn't be able to talk to animals."

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You are not talking to me, Pounce said, sitting up in Beka's lap. I am allowing you to understand me.

"Sounds more like a god was messing with you," Beka replied, trying not to laugh at Pounce's indignation.

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"A god?" Mat replied. "Isn't there only the one?"