Third Floor Common Room: Wednesday Afternoon

[bigbadgunn.livejournal.com]

Having nothing better to do today, Gunn had set himself up on the couch where a rerun of Wendy the Werewolf Stalker was playing on the TV. Between laughing at the show he was busy shoveling spoonfuls of Peanut Butter Crunch in his mouth.

In his opinion there were few better ways to waste an afternoon.

[Open of course.]

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[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

Given a couple more months, Jak would actually totally get that.

But not today. "Right," he said, dubiously. "So like a flut-flut."

[glacial_queen]

"Do flut-fluts have wings?"

You know, there were easier ways to do this. Karla called in her wings and showed them to Jak. "See? The harness goes on over your torso and the wings just do the rest."

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

"They fly," Jak started.

And then things were just appearing in thin air. "...Whoa."

He wasn't quite Keanu Reeves, but that was all he had.

[glacial_queen]

"Witch," Karla corrected with a slight grin. "Anything like your flut-fluts?" she asked, shaking them at him again.

Because, y'know, he might have thought she was asking about the sofa, or something.