Fourth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Night

[angelo_wings]

Sadly, the book about Mr. Fitzwilliam's sister had taken a turn for the melodramatic, and not in a good way. Miss Austen's excellent novel had been about a social faux pas here, or a miscommunication there, and not dramatic kidnappings set in the middle of London.

And so the book had been tossed aside -- perhaps not permanently, but certainly for now -- and Rinoa was instead in the common room, flipping through television stations and trying to find something to watch.

Everything seemed geared towards the upcoming winter holiday, whether it was a friendly snow monster coming to life, or a reindeer with a glowing nose. Rinoa didn't mind. The winter holiday specials were cheery.

She made some hot cocoa and settled down to watch.

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[didntchewgrass.livejournal.com]

"But it took a magical baby to fix everything," Elphaba said. "So only because of a magic baby do people realize they shouldn't be awful?"

[angelo_wings]

Rinoa shrugged. "Better than them never realizing it at all," she said.

Amazingly, she had her pragmatic side. It just didn't come out much.

[didntchewgrass.livejournal.com]

Elphaba thought about that for a moment, then said "I suppose it's not that different from the arrival of Ozma to Oz, really."

[angelo_wings]

"I don't think I've heard of her," Rinoa said. "Did they name Oz for her?"

It seemed the obvious question.

[didntchewgrass.livejournal.com]

"Well you're not from Oz, I doubt you would have," Elphaba explained. "And actually no. I think it was the other way around. There's... been more than one Ozma, actually."