Third Floor Common Room, Wednesday Afternoon

[bitchprince]

After spending the past few days in a place that made his bones - if he was going to be sentimental - thrum with a distinct sense of belonging, where the trees were just the right shade of green (again in this hypothetical state of sentimentality) and people seemed to genuinely get any number of things that were rarely gotten around here (even if he had been told, several times, that he was 'a bit posh, aren't you', to the point of annoyance, including one or two spots of combining that word with some rather unflattering language) Fandom seemed a little... stark.

Too restless to hole up in his room, Arthur eventually gave in to the idea that maybe the common room would be slightly less depressing. It was an idea he was swiftly abandoning as he poked at a can of orange juice and eyed the Teevee remote.

Nope. Still not tempted. There was that.

[[ open, durr ]]

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[vanillajello]

"No thanks, I'm good," she said, gesturing at her two pudding cups. Then she changed her mind and snagged a piece of fruit. "Actually, I want that. Thanks."

[future_sandworm]

He shrugged lightly, grinning at her. "And I don't even get a pudding in return?" he teased.

[vanillajello]

"Nope," she replied with a light smirk. "My puddings. Miiine."

[future_sandworm]

Laughing, he said: "You clearly are very possessive about them."

[vanillajello]

"And we know what happens when people mess with my puddings," she said with a grave nod.

[future_sandworm]

"We do?"

[vanillajello]

"I go all ragey at the fridge and end up napping in your room." Beat. "Okay, so maybe that was only that one specific incident."

[future_sandworm]

"And you napping in my room is a bad thing?" He said, amused.

[vanillajello]

"I was more focused on the ragey part." Obviously. "Nothing wrong with napping. Or any other form of sleeping."

[future_sandworm]

"So, if I steal your puddings, you end up sleeping in my room?" Yes, he was trying to be funny.

[vanillajello]

At least he amused her. "You probably shouldn't let me know it was you. Unless you intended to lure me in by holding my pudding hostage."

[future_sandworm]

"I hope I won't have to resort to that," he said, laughing.

[vanillajello]

"Somehow I doubt you will," she replied, truthfully, while peering into the cup to see whether there was still puddingy goodness left. "So keep your hands off the stuff and we'll be good."

[future_sandworm]

"But you still won't give me a pudding now?"

[vanillajello]

"Maybe just this once. But you'll have to get it yourself," she said, waving vaguely in the direction of the fridge with her spoon. "There's four more in the fridge."

[future_sandworm]

"You won't even get one for me?" He raised an eyebrow.