Third floor common room [early afternoon]

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Mat arose at the crack of noon, as was his habit, took one look out the window, realized that snow was nothing he particularly wanted to deal with today, and headed down to the common room instead to look sad until someone made lunch for him.

Besides, company was always welcome especially since it would bring mistletoe. He flopped into a chair and began pushing random buttons on the remote control.

No, he hadn't yet figured out how to get the television to turn on.

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"I hope the lack of kissing isn't making it feel bad," Zayne said.

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"You're a nice guy, but you did kill me not so many weekends ago," Mat teased.

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"Neither of us were ourselves," Zayne said. "And I'm still sorry about that."

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"And you should be," Mat laughed. "It was one of the bloody stupider ways to die."

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"I'm still trying to figure out how that could have been fatal," Zayne said. "It was just a pillow."

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"It wasn't even all that heavy," Mat complained.

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"And it wasn't on your face long enough to suffocate you," Zayne said. "This place is just way too strange sometimes. That's the only explanation."

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"We have a plant that just appeared out of nowhere," Mat laughed. "I'm not going to disagree."