Fourth Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

[furnaceface]

It was Ben's fault.

That was Jonothon's story, and he was going to stick to it like glue.

He'd pulled out his guitar, and his amplifier, and he'd staked out a spot on the couch, which he'd turned just enough so that he could watch the door. The television wasn't on, but you had better believe that his amplifier was, and he had a small arsenal of songs memorized for the task at hand.

If anybody was going to try to make use of the common room on the fourth floor today, they were going to have to do it at the risk of being greeted by their very own theme music today, courtesy of Jonothon Starsmore and his electric guitar.

Totally Ben's fault.

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[daventryprince.livejournal.com]

"I'm glad to say I've got experience in that already anyway," Alexander said with a grin back, though he was thinking how, of course, he missed a day with an entirely non-magical topic.

[glacial_queen]

"Oh good," Karla said. "We'll put you on the forager list. On the off-chance we ever need someone to gather food from the Preserve, we'd rather have it be people who are already skilled in that area, so we don' end up trying to stew nettles or something awful."