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4th Floor Common Room | Friday Afternoon
Angelica was feeling a lot less skittish than she had a week ago upon arriving in Fandom. Everyone had been so nice, and she didn't have to deal with Empath and Roulette trying to embarrass her in class (even if said classes were very weird). She knew she had to be careful about her powers and making sure she didn't hurt anyone, but making friends wasn't bad, was it? Ms. Frost might beg to differ.
After her class that morning, she decided to investigate the common room and the television it contained -- she'd never seen one so fancy before and with so many channels to choose from. There was some show about models she'd never heard of on one of the channels. She wasn't sure exactly what was going on, but she decided she had to root for the redhead to win.
[Open! Yes, her cycle is on Oxygen right now, so I couldn't resist.]
After her class that morning, she decided to investigate the common room and the television it contained -- she'd never seen one so fancy before and with so many channels to choose from. There was some show about models she'd never heard of on one of the channels. She wasn't sure exactly what was going on, but she decided she had to root for the redhead to win.
[Open! Yes, her cycle is on Oxygen right now, so I couldn't resist.]

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He moved further into the common room. "And it seems that you have survived your first week of classes. Did everything go well?"
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"Those are very diverse skills to master," he commented as he perched on the armrest of an armchair. "Was it the purpose to keep your mind on several things at once or were the tasks more dangerous than they sound?"
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"I guess if someone fell out of the boat they could have drowned," she said, thinking that over. "And it was hard to put the bookshelf together, but I don't think it was very dangerous unless it fell on you." Or you set it on fire.
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She was starting to get the hang of the other world thing, but it was still weird.
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"I have not studied much of the horses here, but they seem very much alike," he replied. "There are different breeds, a soldier in heavy armour would need a horse more strongly built than a ranger does. There is a breed in Rohan that a stands above all others. They are the mearas, noble horses swift as the wind and smarter than any you have ever met before. They are the horses of King of Rohan, however. King Theoden would never part with any of their breed."
She had asked.
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