fandomhighdorms | Fourth Floor Common Room

For once, Caroline actually had a project to do! She was kind of excited about the idea of making signs for the sibling she hadn't technically gotten yet, but felt certain she deserved, so of course she was going to get one, it was simply a matter of time. And so Caroline had gathered a ton of supplies from the shop in town, and okay, since there were vikings all around, there was a total Icelandic theme going on. Makers, glitter glue, and construction paper in colors she had deemed within the viking spirit were laid out all over the floor in the common room.

Sorry people who had hoped to walk by.

Caroline wasn't certain about her first attempt, but that was why she had more poster board, duh. She brushed a bit of glitter from her bare knees as she got to her feet, surveying the work she'd done so far. She took a few steps back to see if her sign was readable at a distance and nodded, pleased with her work. Now if only she had a name to add. Fill in the blank was kind of hard.

But then, maybe someone was taking the whole big sibling thing a little far.

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Caroline turned from her poster creation to smirk up at him. "What, so I could have the room filled day in and out with mourners flashing their boobs at some picture of you? Lighting candles and leaving little things that remind them of you behind? No thanks."

"Why the fuck not?" Nathan asked, thinking that sounded like a brilliant idea. "It'd make me feel better while I was all alone and bored in fucking England. Why would you deprive me of tits?"

"Um, it's not like you'd be able to see them," she pointed out. "But I promise if anyone comes to me and is all sad about not ever getting to show you their tits, I will gladly take a picture and send it your way." Like that would ever happen.

Nathan wasn't sure if he believed that but whatever, he'd let her believe that he did. If he talked about tits too much, he'd get all sad and mopey.

"What are you even doing?" Nathan asked, giving her project a look. "I thought classes were out. Is this what you do in your leisure time lately? Make pretty pictures? We could hang it on the refrigerator, Caroline, and admire it!"

She rolled her eyes up at him. "I signed up for the sibling program and I thought whoever I was assigned to might enjoy a big, friendly greeting. Then they could love my creation and post it on their wall to enjoy forever."

"Oh, I signed up for that!" Possibly a mistake considering he was leaving but whatever, the allure of having a little teenager to call his very own was too much. "I bet I'd do better at it than you. I'm much more fun. It's true, I took a poll."

"You took a poll to see if you were more fun than me?" Caroline was going to gape at him. "Who did you poll, girls you slept with? Because that is totally cheating."

"The entire population of the island," he said, waving a hand around to illustrate everyone. "I was a bit bored the other day after the Vikings left the island standing and the entertainment stopped so I took a poll and I was the overwhelming favorite."

He shrugged, grinning. "People can recognize a good time guy when they see one, Caroline."

"Hey now, you know perfectly well I'm totally a girl who knows how to have a good time," she replied haughtily. "When have I ever been boring?"

Nathan considered her statement and then shook his head. "Writing a list of your boring moments would take entirely too long and I'm leaving in exactly a week. I want to do fun things with my time and writing lists? That's not fun."

"Exactly a week," Caroline repeated, making a face. "Do you have huge plans in the works? A big goodbye party? Something to leave your mark on Fandom before we're deprived of your company and I get to reorganize all the furniture in the room?"

"Nope." He planned to pack and go, if he was honest. "One minute I'll be there, the next I won't. And then you'll have your coveted single and I will be gone from island existence as suddenly as I appeared."

"You make me sad, my friend," she said with a sigh. "I so expected more."

"More?" Nathan repeated, raising an eyebrow. "What the fuck's that supposed to mean? I'm not throwing myself a gigantic party before fucking off toe England makes me a failure in your eyes? Swell."

"I guess I didn't expect you to just slink off in the night like someone totally lame. You're way more the go out with a bang type...or am I totally wrong about you?" She thought she was right, but maybe she wasn't.

"You trying to bait me into throwing myself a fucking party?" he asked, dancing around her actual question. "Sneaking off during the night isn't lame, it's fucking ninja. You're all super enhanced and shit and I bet I could sneak out and you wouldn't fucking know it till the next morning."

Truthfully, he was starting to regret the decision to go back to England and having a party seemed to be something that'd make him change his mind and send his mum on a mission to kill him.

"You could never sneak out," she told him. "I would hear your heavy breathing."

"Fuck you, I don't breath heavy," he retorted, waving a hand. "But hey, maybe you are totally wrong about me. You wouldn't be the first to underestimate me. I am an enigmatic bloke, Caroline. All my secrets?"

He waved a hand near his stomach and nodded.

"I keep them way down deep beneath the superficial surface that I convey to those around me. It's all down here, buried in my guts and the only way someone's getting to them is by disemboweling me."

Pleasant, right?

"I'm much more for ripping out throats," she reminded him. "So I guess I'm never getting all your secrets, Nathan." It was weird to Caroline to think that in a week she'd likely not get much chance to speak to him again. And he'd probably prefer it that way anyhow.

"Nope, you're not getting any of my secrets," he said lazily, shrugging a shoulder. Maybe she already knew one or two. Whatever, different time. "Aww, disappointed?"

"Well, since you're leaving, it's not like I'd get much use out of knowing your secrets," she replied with a shrug. "Not much point in holding something over you if you're not there for it."

Nathan rolled his eyes and finished off the stolen water. He wondered if she'd get mad if he tossed the bottle at her. For now, he held onto it.

"You'd never get my secrets out of me to use against me anyway," Nathan said confidently. "You're not that good and I am far smarter than you give me credit for."

Fourth Floor Common Room | Tuesday Evening

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