Fourth Floor Common Room, Sunday Afternoon

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara had only intended on making a quick foraging expedition before heading to the salle, but someone had left the television on (or it had turned itself on, you never knew), and there was this thing about a desert, and a train, and this man stealing jewels and going over the sand on a board.

And then the jewel thief was sweaty, wearing a lot less and dancing quite flexibly, along with a number of other half-naked people who were also flexible, and much as she might deny it sometimes, Cara wasn't made of stone, so she sat down to watch. When they cut to a bunch of completely unrelated people on a river somewhere, she kept watching in the hopes the attractive, flexible dancers came back.

[Open common room is open. Cara is being completely confused by watching Dhoom 2. Please distract me from the fact I fail at 3ds max before I start pulling my hair out.]