Fifth Floor Common Room [evening]

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Rilla was knitting a scarf (which she'd tell you if you enquired. Which you might. It wasn't a terribly successful scarf) and mulling over a poster she'd seen about the student council elections she'd seen oh so handwavily in the halls.

She wondered how politics worked in America and if she'd finally have to figure out the difference between a Democrat and a Republican. But for now, there was knitting.

Really bad knitting.

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"So, grain of salt," she nodded. "And there seem to be all kinds here."

This was more polite than referring to the place as Freak High, she decided.

"On top of ... gossipy little rodents."

Still weird.

"Oookay. I think I've got that ... more or less."