second floor common room | afternoon | wednesday | april 14

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When Alex woke up, he'd been wet and cold. For a second, he thought he'd gotten drunk and passed out outside somewhere but that theory didn't last long. No, he'd quickly discovered there was some fucking thunderstorm happening above his head (and only above his head) that followed him around. As the storm continued, Alex had gotten more angry which had caused hail.

All right, so getting angry hadn't been the best of ideas so now, after forcing himself to calm down and into a mood that was half his regular misery and half mellow. It still meant things like occasional rain showers and a gusty breeze but he'd dressed warmer and stuck a hat on his head to deal with it.

So, that was where he was at now with this strangeness. He'd taken his storm down to the common room and flopped down on one of the couches, feet up and hands behind his head. There was nothing on television but it was on anyway while Alex tried to quietly read a book. Every so often, he checked his phone before going back to his book.

[cr is open and stormy!]