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Second Floor Common Room; Sunday Afternoon
A love for sports ran in the family so, naturally, Luke was excited about the World Cup final today. All of the teams he rooted for were kicked out of the tournament a while ago (seriously, Greece, what the hell?), so he didn't have much of an opinion on who he wanted to win. That little octopus guy picked Spain and his grandfather had a thing for Krakens so maybe he'd lean over that way.
Whatever, he just wanted to eat some popcorn and possibly see people duel with vuvuzelas.
[Well it's open, naturally]
Whatever, he just wanted to eat some popcorn and possibly see people duel with vuvuzelas.
[Well it's open, naturally]

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"I'm Luke, by the way," he said, pretty sure that he hasn't met this girl yet.
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"I'm Alex," she replied. "I'm on the third floor. I was hoping I could find some coffee down here," she added, gesturing to her empty mug.
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She would, too. She lived for coffee. Must be a New York thing.
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Sadly, she didn't think a spell for instant coffee existed. And even if there was, she was fairly certain her dad would never tell.
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Luke didn't think the gods would like being associated with a word that drew up images of old ladies turning mice into horses so some chick could go to a dance.
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"The only thing I can manage when it comes to liquids is levitating them." Or draining them, but when does that ever come in handy?