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Fourth Floor Common Room, Evening
Dru had been off island most of Saturday thanks to an unexpected phone call. She knew she'd missed the picnic and if the paperwork she'd gotten was correct, she'd also missed meeting the little sibling she'd somehow been assigned. For the moment though, Dru didn't care. She was tired, cranky, and hungry.
Tired would be dealt with later when she finally crashed.
Cranky...that was going to take a few days, if not longer.
Hungry, that was what the pot of spaghetti was for.
There was even enough to share if anyone happened to wander through.
Tired would be dealt with later when she finally crashed.
Cranky...that was going to take a few days, if not longer.
Hungry, that was what the pot of spaghetti was for.
There was even enough to share if anyone happened to wander through.

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"I think I just got dumped," she said to Dru. Yes, it was a hell of a way to start a conversation.
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She glanced over at the counter. "Is that noodles?" she asked.
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Looking down at the pot where she was mixing the sauce and the pasta Dru shrugged. "It's spaghetti with a jar of sauce. I guess that kind of counts as noodles if you squint."
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She added a few drops of soy sauce on her noodles. Usually, cold soba noodles with soy sauce and green onion were her comfort food, and this was close enough.
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And she'd certainly never been in a building this size before; exploration must perforce take place, only to be thwarted a floor up when the smell of food drew her into the common room.
"Hello," she announced to the room at large, waving one hand. "I haven't interrupted anyone's dinner, have I? Only I'm not sure how exactly we're to keep ourselves fed in this place just yet."
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She would not be very likely to confess to all and sundry her humiliation with the pudding and the sawdust on her very first day in a strange new school, truth be told, though she might laugh about it with her cousins now.
"I suppose you can tell by now that I'm new, can't you?"
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"You're not interrupting at all," she said with a weak smile. "The common rooms are open to everyone."
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