http://notlikebobby.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] notlikebobby.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2010-09-13 09:40 am

Third Floor Common Room - Sunday Evening

Sunday wasn't exactly a study day, but he'd had a slow week and didn't want to fall behind. He worked better with other people around and so had his Chemistry homework out in front of him. Jack was sitting cross-legged on the floor, occasionally glancing at the door as if hoping for a distraction.

[OOC: HI!]

[identity profile] notlikejack.livejournal.com 2010-09-12 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Bobby wasn't looking for his brother. He was ransacking all the other common rooms for cookies since his common room was shamefully out of Oreos.

But his brother was a welcome bonus. "Hi Jack!" he said happily. "Do you have any cookies down here? Oh, are you doing homework? What are you working on?"

[identity profile] notlikejack.livejournal.com 2010-09-13 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Marshmallows?" he asked eagerly, scurrying to the cabinet to find both them and the cookies. "Do you think Oreos and marshmallows would taste good together?" Maybe if he made them into some sort of a sandwich.

[identity profile] notlikejack.livejournal.com 2010-09-13 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't know," he said innocently. "I didn't read the labels." He brought his haul and two plates over to sit by Jack. "I'll make sure I stop before puking."

[identity profile] notlikejack.livejournal.com 2010-09-13 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
"I know Jack," Bobby said, rolling his eyes. He made an Oreo and marshmallow sandwich and then offered it to Jack. "I didn't tell her about the tvs in all the common rooms either."

[identity profile] didntchewgrass.livejournal.com 2010-09-13 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
Elphaba was out and about the dorms that evening, and stopped when she saw Jack in the common room.

She stepped in, dressed in a simple black dress as usual. She peered over the rims of her glasses at him. "A strange choice of places to study," she said, barely restraining her smile.

[identity profile] notlikejack.livejournal.com 2010-09-13 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
Bobby snatched the Oreo sandwich back, a pout starting to emerge. "If you wanna go home, just say so," he replied poutily.

[identity profile] onapalebicycle.livejournal.com 2010-09-13 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
And this was a very bored George, making her way to yet another common room that wasn't hers.

She glanced at the homework, then laughed.

"Chemistry?" she said. "I think I dodged a bullet on that one."

[identity profile] notlikejack.livejournal.com 2010-09-13 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Hi Elphaba!" Bobby called, waving excitedly. "Want a cookie?"

[identity profile] notlikejack.livejournal.com 2010-09-13 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
"But if you don't take chemistry, how will you get into college?" Bobby asked artlessly, waving at George.

[identity profile] onapalebicycle.livejournal.com 2010-09-13 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
"You should look up who else is in that class," George suggested. "Or find out if there are online notes and study guides or ... whatever."

Or possibly answer keys, but her dad was a teacher so she wasn't supposed to say that out loud.

[identity profile] onapalebicycle.livejournal.com 2010-09-13 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm ... not going to college," George said, lifting her shoulders. "Next question?"

[identity profile] notlikejack.livejournal.com 2010-09-13 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Then why tell her?" he asked. "Mom'll just get mad."

[identity profile] notlikejack.livejournal.com 2010-09-13 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Why aren't you going to college?" he asked, happy to provide.

[identity profile] didntchewgrass.livejournal.com 2010-09-13 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, what are you studying?" Elphaba said, coming over. "There are a few subjects I may be able to help with, if you truly do need assistance. I'm limited in what I know of many subjects, however."

[identity profile] didntchewgrass.livejournal.com 2010-09-13 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
"What sort of cookie?" Elphaba asked, giving him a smile. There were few people she felt truly comfortable with at this school, and Bobby was easily one of them.

[identity profile] onapalebicycle.livejournal.com 2010-09-13 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
Because I'm dead. That would certainly fuck with his head.

"I don't particularly feel like it," George said. "Why should I?"

[identity profile] notlikejack.livejournal.com 2010-09-13 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
"They're Oreos," he explained happily. "Do you have them at home? They're chocolate cookies and then they're sandwiched around some white creamy stuff. They're really good with milk!"

[identity profile] shyest-eyes.livejournal.com 2010-09-13 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
So.

There was a small white kitten wandering into the common room like she owned it. A little bit after her came a girl with long dark blue hair and white eyes who looked much less like she owned the place.

Really, all she'd wanted was apricot juice that the floor below was out of. Hinata hadn't expected all of the people and paused, a bit dubiously, in the doorway--they were all new people--while Yei went to investigate a... bit of fluff on the floor.

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