Third floor common room [afternoon]

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

Mat had nothing to do on Wednesdays, which meant that he slept in until it was borderline criminal (and the yellow paint on the walls of his room gave him a headache), then poked around looking for something to entertain him.

Today he had settled on tossing dice in the third floor common room and hoping someone would come along who could cook for him. The burnt remains of what had been a package of bacon in the trash can--and the smoke in the room--would let people know how Mat's first attempt at fending for himself had worked out.

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[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure I could." One of those things Effy definitely did know how to do. Spend enough time in boring Bristol pubs and it had to be learned. "Maybe next week sometime?"

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

"It's a date," Mat said. "I don't do anything on Wednesdays." He waved his hand around. "Well, obviously."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Wednesday, then?" she said, and grinned. "Give you something more interesting to do than wait around for someone to cook for you."

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

"That is a bloody excellent plan," Mat decided, winking back. "Assuming I don't wither away from hunger between then and now, naturally."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Got a weekend of parents coming up," Effy reminded him, smirking. "Don't think you'll have any trouble finding free food."

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

"My parents won't be coming," Mat said. "Yours?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Brother." Thank god. Having her parents out here would've been a nightmare.

"But I don't think a lack of parents should stop you getting food out of it."

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

"Especially if I wander around looking sad," Mat said, giving her his very best puppy dog look. "Think this would work?"