Third Floor Common Room, Wednesday Afternoon

[bitchprince]

Normally, he'd be out harassing Katchoo at this hour, but Katchoo was otherwise preoccupied and far be it for Arthur to acknowledge in any way, shape or form that he sort of missed her being human-shaped. So, in order to avoid the appearance of sulking by staying in his room with his copy of Salammbo, he trudged down to the common room to do the same.

He spent all of two seconds considering the idea of baking himself an egg, then discarded it. Instead, he scrounged around for some grapes and flopped down in a seat with his book.

Getting his own food. How the mighty had fallen.

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[bitchprince]

"Sometimes it is just magic," Arthur pointed out.

[notmyownage]

No one was ever going to agree with her on this.

"Okay, look. 'Magic' is a manipulation of energy and forces just like any other action, right? Just because science doesn't have a term for the energy or force doesn't mean it doesn't have discernable governing rules and limitations. So there's no reason why the scientific method can't be applied. Just going 'well, it's magic' and letting that explain things is just . . . lazy."

She would be sticking to that theory. Even if her brain got hiccups too often for her to actually figure out the actual rules and forces behind the things the magic-users could do.

[bitchprince]

To be frank, Arthur's eyes were glazing over about half a minute into that. "I know. But it is magic." Okay? He didn't get how it worked and he didn't really have to.

[notmyownage]

. . . Why was she trying to talk to Arthur of Camelot about science?

"You know what, never mind."