Fifth Floor Common Room; Wednesday Afternoon [ 07/14 ].

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After a day of way-too-fun-to-be-classes classes and wrapping up the present she was working on yesterday, Ariel was feeling excited and creative and needed to do something with her energy. Sometimes, the common room was a bust, sometimes not, but she figured there was at least one thing there that could keep her entertained for hours.

Silverware!

But when Ariel went to the cupboard with the silverware, she, with a gasp of horror, found it completely lacking! Where was the--

--oh, right. The other drawer. This time Ariel opened the correct one and contemplated dinglehoppers over splorphenfats.



[[ I just wanted to use this icon. Come! Tempt me to stay out at the coffee shop longer than I should! Open common room is open! ]]

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Ariel rolled her eyes just slightly, not entirely surprised because it seemed that no one around here understood the real purpose of a dinglehopper, which should have been a clue to her that she had it all wrong, but she was stubborn and Scuttle couldn't possibly have been wrong. She then shrugged, because it didn't really matter much, and went ahead and put the dinglehopper to use with a few strokes through her own hair. She smiled at Rilla, tilting her head, wondering how the other girl was doing.

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"I've been rather quiet the past week," Rilla said, reluctant to admit that it was because she'd been a porcelain doll. "Have you met any of the new students?"

She smiled. "Are there any cute boys?"

She trusted Ariel to have noticed such things.

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Ariel took Rilla's confident assumption as quite the compliment, grinning easily and bobbing her head in a nod. She held out four fingers, although she could only really remember the names of two of the four she'd met at the picnic. The seashell project for Rinoa had nicely distracted her.

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"Oooh," Rilla sighed. "I turn fourteen tomorrow, so that makes me quite grown up enough to go out with boys, don't you think?"

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Fourteen? Rilla was only fourteen? Now Ariel felt almost a little embarrassed about even slightly feeling threatened about someone so much younger than her. However, even at fourteen, Rilla was very pretty and kind and nice, so, in considering her question, Ariel, totally the wise sage now at her much more mature sixteen, looked rather hesitant. But still contemplating, narrowing eyes thoughtfully as she rubbed her chin. Eyes that said that fourteen was pretty young for going out with boys, but maybe, just maybe, it might be more a matter of maturity than age, and that would put Rilla in the go zone.

The competition could spark some energy in her recently dead campaign, and, besides, this way, she was complimenting Rilla's grace and charm while being able to blame her reservations on her age.

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Rilla looked a little disappointed. "That's what I was afraid of," she admitted. "But I don't suppose dancing with them would cause much harm, would it? We don't have to be walking out or betrothed."

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Ariel nodded with a very wise, accepting look on her face. Dancing, of course, would certainly be allowed. Dancing, in her opinion, should always be allowed.

Then she let a grin break on her face, a slightly mischievous one, followed by a small waggle of her brows to suggest that dancing could also easily lead to other things being accepted, too.

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Rilla blushed. "Oh, I don't know about that," she demurred. "At home, it's walking out, engagement, then kissing."

And heaven help them all once Rilla figured out there was other things besides kissing.

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Ariel needed a moment here, because, while she could certainly support an old fashioned ideal like that, she was also a girl who'd spent the last few months doing little else but trying to kiss boys.

So she took a moment to glance around her pointedly, and then point to the floor. Was this home? She didn't think so. Home was a place full of restrictions and rules, and restrictions and rules blew like a blowhole.

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Rilla sighed. "But Mother would find out and I'd get her disappointed face."

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Ariel looked, admittedly, a little skeptical on that regard. A disappointed face didn't sound nearly as bad as someone who was used to getting a furious face from a parental unit.

But, at the same time, she wasn't about to press the issue, because that'd be one less thing to worry about. So Ariel ultimately shrugged and bobbed her head, suggesting that, yes, Rilla was probably right about that.