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fandomhighdorms2010-09-05 10:30 pm
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Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Eve
James threw the ball.
One of the disembodied hands caught it, passed to another, who/what threw it back at the squire. He had been doing this for a good half hour now to the half dozen Things scattered around the Common Room.
He had intended to spend a quiet evening on a well-stuffed chair reading some material with a bowl of popped corn, but he was distracted by the...Things.
True, it had been rough in the beginning (he had thought them parts of Black Slayers, and almost set one on fire before he was convinced), but now the were..if not friends, then handy to have around.
One of the disembodied hands caught it, passed to another, who/what threw it back at the squire. He had been doing this for a good half hour now to the half dozen Things scattered around the Common Room.
He had intended to spend a quiet evening on a well-stuffed chair reading some material with a bowl of popped corn, but he was distracted by the...Things.
True, it had been rough in the beginning (he had thought them parts of Black Slayers, and almost set one on fire before he was convinced), but now the were..if not friends, then handy to have around.