Second Floor Common Room [Evening]

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Ramona was about to get a brand new, school-issued little sibling on Saturday. While some might have been doing everything in their power to make their little siblings feel welcome, she had taken a different approach.

She was finally making those damn bingo cards.

And so Thursday night found her sitting cross-legged on the couch, a notebook on her knee and a pencil behind her ear as she considered the list she'd made already. "Randomly turning into children, turning into the opposite gender, turning into an animal," she mused, tapping her fingertip on the notebook as she thought.

There was also something on the TV, not that she was paying attention, and a fair amount of Chinese food on the coffee table before her (and the rollerblades she'd used to retrieve it on the floor by the couch), but it was clear where Ramona's focus was, for the moment.

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"You'll miss me," Ramona countered. Not denying it, no, but she wasn't going to acknowledge it, either. "You can try and find some British hipster chick who dyes her hair, but it won't be the same."

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Nathan didn't give that any answer but a laugh before shuffling towards the door. He did turn and wave at her over his shoulder.

There was a lot of denial by avoidance going on right now and Nathan intended to keep it that way. At least, until he left the fucking island and no one could call him a teddy bear.