Second Floor Common Room, Friday evening

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Dinah had managed to get a copy of Richard III and cued it up, and now had big bowls of popcorn ready for throwing or munching. She'd sent out a handwavey e-mail to fellow cast members, in case they wanted to watch it too.

She hadn't noticed it yet, but one of the bowls was about to walk off as a hat worn by an adorable little fuzzy thing.

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Dinah looked startled, then grinned. "Yeah, I guess it might... I ran into him when he was Dean's alternate personality or whatever, that weird weekend last month. He hated that." She shook her head. "And I get to marry Priestly, even if it's off-stage. Or maybe on-stage. Not really sure. That'll be weird but fun." She grinned. "And not marry you, this time."

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"Hopefully you won't want to marry me off-stage either," Sam said. "And you're lucky that you get to live," he added, watching the screen. "Most of the cast doesn't get off so easily."

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Dinah threw popcorn at him, then said, "Elizabeth rejects your incestuous political advances, Richard. Go bug your poor wife." She sobered a little and said, "Yeah, the stage is really littered with bodies by the end of this one. Kind of like The Scottish Play that way. I got to live through that one, too, but my poor kid died. Elizabeth's father, uncles and brothers don't make it through this one."