2nd Floor Common Room - Thursday Evening

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Them hockey players just happened to be on the television again when George  - and Beka-the-terrier - wandered down to the Common Room.   It was a shock, really, and totally not planned at all.

Beka flopped down on the couch, covering her eyes with her paws.  George didn't much mind that as it meant for once she wasn't trying to bite him for something she'd decided he was doin' wrong.  Being bitten would have distracted him from watching the little men skate around the ice.


[OOC: As it is a Common Room, it is open, la]

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"Did you get a dog?" Maron asked, leaning in the doorway. "And I'm afraid that I'm rather invading this room as mine is quite boring at the moment."

A pause.

"And several flights of stairs up. Hi!"

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"She's not me dog," George said quickly as Beka lifted her head with a growl. "She's a student, an' she's testy."

He paused, eyeing Beka before smiling at Maron. "Hello."

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She held up her hands. "I meant no offense!" Maron said to the dog. "I'm sorry!"

Keeping an eye on the dog, just in case it decided that it still was cranky about her totally innocent mistake, she slipped in. "Not violent though, I hope? That'd be no fun at all, especially if you're being nice enough to take care of her!"

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"She's only bitin' me pants so far," George said. "An' then only when I do somethin' she don't approve of."

Beka heaved a sigh and lay her head back down on her paws. She was so put upon.

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"And how often is that?" Maron teased. "I haven't seen you for awhile--how have you been?"

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"All th' bloody time," he said, making a face. "Comes of bein' a Dog." He shrugged. "'M well. There are classes an' th' like, but nothin' too captivatin'. An' ye?"

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"Hey George," Jennifer said, plopping down into a seat. She actually kicked off her shoes. and loosened the top button of her blouse - she was still dressed business like from work. "How are you?"

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'Not undressing' was swiftly discarded as an appropriate answer as George nodded to her.

"'M good," he said easily. "Are ye too hot?"

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"A little," Jennifer said. "Just more sort of... too lazy to go up to my room to change."

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"Where did ye come from?" he asked.

The concept of different clothes for different parts of the day still didn't really click with him, no.

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"Work," Jennifer said. "At the law offices. Have to be extra professional there."

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"Why?" he asked. "Does it make ye work harder?"

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"Hi," Maron called, waving one arm over the edge of the chair she was slouched down in. "I suppose I don't rate a greeting?"

Her voice made it utterly clear that she was joking.

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"Sorry," Jennifer said, sheepish. "He's my little sib."

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"I don't really mind," Maron admitted, pushing herself up to peer through her hair to glance over. "I was just teasing you. You're his school-assigned sib, then? You don't talk like him."

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"Forsooth, what gave you that impression?" Jennifer joked. "School assigned. George is great, though."

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"Who's winning?" Kyle asked, dropping into a chair.

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"Neither of 'em," George said, making a face. "Tis a tie. Like kissin' yer sister is a tie."

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"I didn't know you had a sister," Kyle replied.

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"Only Jen there," George said. "An' 'm not kissin' her neither."

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"I don't get it," he admitted. "And if you tell me I'll understand when I grow up, I'll hit you." No he wouldn't.

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"I'm just hoping for a good game," Jennifer said. "Hey."

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"Hey. What counts as a good game?"

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"A well played one, and one that doesn't have any cheap blows," Jennifer said.

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"So you don't care who wins?"