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Fifth floor common room - Late morning

It was almost nearing noon when Faramir returned from that morning's ride. He'd ridden far, had even crossed to the mainland so when he return, his stomach was growling. Which meant that the common room was his first stop. He'd change out of his ranger drab later. A quick survey of the fridge had him pulling up eggs and bacon which would be plenty for a hearty meal.

He'd turned on the radio to one of the classical music channels and Faramir was humming along as he finished up his omelet and boiled some water to make tea.

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"I was," Faramir said with some relief. "You saw me when I was an owl, that was all the transformation I ever needed."

"I can only imagine," Alexander said with sympathy. "As well as I can remember, I believe I have managed to avoid most transformations, at least ones into a more animalistic form. Other people, frequently enough..."

There was a slight pause. "Unless you count that Beast fellow. He was somewhere in between."

"Beast fellow?" Faramir asked, unable to hide his curiosity. "That does not sound as if it was a pleasant experience."

"It was truly abysmal," Alexander agreed with a stiff nod and a faintly distressed frown. Even just recalling how he felt that weekend caused him a great deal of disturbance. "I woke up as this giant Beast, and filled with an unquenchable rage the entire weekend. I believe I was a prince of sort, transformed into that horrendous state as a punishment. I could not blame the fellow for being as angry as he was, though I do wish I didn't have to experience it and I most certainly regret that it made me practically trash my room in my uncontrollable hatred for my position."

"You can regret it, but it sounds as if you had no hand in it," Faramir was frowning. "It seems a rather cruel punishment to set on anyone, and in a manner is was set on you. I am glad it did not last longer than a weekend."

"As am I," Alexander agreed with a nod. "An odd sidenote to that story, though, is that, apparently, there's a good chance that I had the same curse of, if not was, a good friend of our librarian! She has commented that I sound like him in a most uncanny fashion, so I am almost lead to believe that this similarity has led to my sharing his fate for a weekend. It sounds, however, that he was able to break his curse in time by finding someone to love him, and I can think of no better ending to a story than that."

Faramir did not know whether there was truth to Alexander's theory. It would be much of a coincidence, but keeping coincidence separated from fate was not an easy task. Still, he could agree with the latter part all the same.

"It is a good ending," he agreed. "And one I hope you may share with him as well."

That certainly managed to get a chuckle out of Alexander, as well as a smile, but it was still slightly guarded and doubtful. "Ah, if well wishes could determine a man's fate," he mused softly, "then such a destiny would certainly be sealed for me beyond a shadow of a doubt."

The doubt there was plain to see and Faramir offered Alexander an encouraging smile. "At the very least it can strengthen your heart," he offered.

"That is very true, as well." The remorse lessened a little, and Alexander already felt more strengthened. "One may not have everything in life, but they have the support of true friends, then they should consider themselves far luckier than most."

"I would toast to that, but I fear I have no ale nor wine to toast with," Faramir chuckled. "Do you think tea will do?"

"If not tea," Alexander laughed, "I was going to suggest coffee, but tea actually sounds quite pleasant."

"I am more skilled at tea making than coffee," Faramir said. He turned back into the kitchen to see if the pot was still warm enough. It seemed to be and he poured two cups. "Did you want sugar?"

"Oh, no, thank you."

Alexander was plenty sweet enough already. Har har.

"It seems a crime to add sugar to perfectly good tea. Assuming, of course, that you'll be making perfectly good tea."

"That would depend on your definition of perfect," Faramir pointed out, but he handed Alexander a cup either way. "It might not be the same as mine, but I will not hide the sugar in case you change your mind."

"I'm sure it will be fine," Alexander assured Faramir as he took the cup from the other gentleman. "Luckily, my standards on tea are not particularly high to begin with, and I'll just be pleased if you don't insist on reminding me to keep my pinky out or some other such nonsense like that."

"Keep out your pinky?" Faramir blinked, sipping from his cup once he took a seat on the couch. "That is one custom I have not heard of before."

"I'm fairly certain that the pinky thing is mostly just for ladies," said Alexander, shaking his head and taking a sip without his pinky, "but my sister insists it's for everyone. I think she's trying to just set me up for looking silly at some functionary event."

Faramir chuckled. "I remain with it. I think your sister would get along too well with my brother."

"I believe you've mentioned that before," Alexander realized with a grin. "Unfortunately, I'm pretty sure Rosella would do everything she could to make sure that, even if he got along well with her, that she didn't get along well with him."

Especially if he got along well with her.

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