Third Floor Common Room [Tuesday Evening]

[longislandiceme]

Bobby was, to put it quite plainly, bored.

Even the television had proved unsatisfactory in terms of entertainment factor, which is why he was now sitting on the floor surrounded by reams of paper with the television just on for the sake of background noise.

He was determined, you see, to build the perfect paper airplane.

[ooc: open!]

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[longislandiceme]

"If you ask me? Yes." Bobby said with a nod. He liked this guy. Had no idea who he was, but he liked him all the same.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin was likeable. And, most importantly, completely clueless.

"Can just anyone make one?"

[longislandiceme]

Between the two of them they maybe had about half a clue.

"Sure, dude. All you need is paper, and, uh. Hands. Which you've got two of, even! So you're good."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin waggled his fingers to prove that point. "How does it work?"

[longislandiceme]

"Well, you just take a piece of paper like this," Bobby said, "and then you fold it here, and here..." he walked Merlin through the process of creating a paper airplane. Which, of course, only vaguely resemble real airplanes in the least.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"...that doesn't look like a plane." He was an expert. He'd been on one. Once.

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"Sure it does!" Bobby frowned at it, because it totally looked like how a paper airplane was supposed to look. "See, you've got the nose, and the wings, and the... main bit..."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Isn't there a tail bit normally?"

EXPERT.

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"You can make a tail bit if you have scissors!" Bobby supplied helpfully.

He did not have scissors.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Because he couldn't do anything with the narrative...

"Do you have scissors?"

[longislandiceme]

Shouldn't wizards be able to do stuff like that?

"No," Bobby admitted sheepishly. "Maybe in the kitchen thingie somewhere?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

...probably.

"Maybe." Merlin wandered over to check for scissors. For the plane. De plaaaaaane!

[longislandiceme]

Wizards can do everything. Including making narrative come to life! Get on that, Merlin.

"Any luck?" Bobby called out, folding another plane, letting it loose... and then watching as it flew practically straight up nearly to the ceiling, before doing a nosedive and landing in his hair. "Bah."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Can they make glitter rain from the sky?

"Just a lot of knives," Merlin admitted with a frown. "Perhaps if we tear it carefully?"

[longislandiceme]

Yes. Yes they can.

"Yeah, knives would probably end badly. Tearing it is."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Glitter raaaaain! Purple glitter!

"There are cookies in here for some reason."

[longislandiceme]

"...In the silverware drawer?" Bobby frowned. "That's weird- though I guess I can't really talk, I found a can of soup in my sock drawer once."