Third Floor Common Room, Tuesday Afternoon

[dollpocalypse]

In the common room today, Topher was on the couch with a pint of ice cream. However, recovering from a breakup he was not -- instead, the ice cream was pressed to his eye, which had really freaking hurt ever since that freak had punched him the other day. For nourishment, he had a heap of food on the table beside him.

Well, "nourishing" was a little strong. Also, it was not his. Some of it even had people's names on it.

Topher's logic was that it tasted the same whether it was his or not, so who cared?

He had snacks, he had something cold for his eye, he had a comfortable couch, and the TV was on. Of course, it appeared to be playing children's cartoons, but that didn't stop him from snorting with laughter every few minutes whenever the sponge and the starfish tried to break into the squid's house.

What? It was a funny show!