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There wasn't a lot to do today. That fact didn't particularly bother Bod, though. He'd learned to find entertainment in the smallest things so making his way down to the common room seemed like a logical place to start.

Of course, once there, a few options were presented. He could find something on television to watch. He could spend a few minutes flipping through the channels to find something good to watch and the probably settle on something boring (he'd spent time in hotels, he knew how television worked) or he could try and make himself something to eat.

Now, that option made him hesitate. While he'd been in the graveyard, Silas or Miss Lupescu had done the majority of the food getting. Since leaving, he'd mostly stuck with fast food and prepared meals. This would almost be cooking.

Okay, no it wouldn't. There was cereal (something called Captain Crunch to be exact) and Bod figured he could manage a bowl, milk, pouring and a spoon. Still, it was more than he tended to do. With that done, he was free to find something boring on television.

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"It wasn't all that worth paying attention to," Didi opined. "The first teacher was okay, but Stinson is just kind of creepy. And way fixated on sex."

She didn't dislike him for it, and she understood why he was like that, but it was still a bit of a distraction during school hours.

Katchoo, on the other hand, disliked him, although less on a personal level than the general level of Y-chromosome possession. "Nah. Nothing I haven't heard from people a million times." Bit of an exaggeration, perhaps, but she felt she was entitled to her less-than-optimistic outlook. "He's a guy, 'course he's fixated on sex."

Maybe "less-than-optimistic" was the generous description.

"Maybe," Didi said. She didn't think Katina was entirely right, but she wasn't about to argue human nature. "Most of them don't talk about it when they're in charge of a roomful of teenagers, though. People tend to complain."

Oh, she wasn't entirely right; she just had Issues on the subject.

"Amazed they let him get away with that," Katchoo agreed, because at least that was slightly less contentious common ground and oddly, being contentious wasn't something she felt like doing right now. "Least that's over with. You think any of that stuff actually worked?"

"Gosh, I hope not," Didi said. "I like to think people aren't as dumb as he thinks they are." She stroked her ankh absently. "I had fun making the video, anyhow, didn't you?"

"They're sheep," Katchoo said bluntly, "but if he thinks he's a wolf he's got way too high an opinion of himself. I forgot about the video until the last minute, but I'm not exactly weeping tears of remorse over not giving my best effort there."

"It wasn't the kind of class where you work your ass off to earn an A to get into college," Didi said carelessly.

Not that she planned on going to college, but whatever.

"And no, he's not a wolf," she added. "A hyena, maybe. Or a jackal. A dingo!"

That made two of them, since whenever Katchoo thought about college she had to suppress the urge to laugh hysterically.

Speaking of laughing hysterically, she actually snickered. Hello there, vague semblance of social functionality. "Yeah," she agreed with a quick glance toward the actual wolves in the room. "Maybe I oughta apologize to Blind Seer for sayin' that."

"He'd probably appreciate it," Didi said, and almost managed to keep a straight face. "We can't go around insulting perfectly nice wolves."

"Not if we wanna keep our throats intact, anyway," Katchoo agreed. She had her doubts as to Blind Seer's niceness, personally, but why test the theory?

Fifth Floor Common Room | Late Morning | Friday | January 8

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