Fourth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Morning

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Alec had completely missed New Year's Eve, having been preoccupied enough with a his training regimen and a book he'd been reading over the last few days to have lost track of time entirely. So he was a bit puzzled when he padded into the common room for breakfast this morning and found a few champagne glasses and festive glasses and hats that the island seemed to have helpfully supplied just sitting around on the tables and couches.

Not puzzled or interested enough to really care, though. He poured himself some cereal, settled on a couch, and despite being certain he wouldn't find anything he liked, flicked on the television. The only channel it seemed willing to play was in the middle of some talk show about reality TV stars' lives.

Yep, he was correct. Nothing on TV he liked at all.