Fifth floor common room [Saturday morning]

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Rilla had woken up bright and early this morning, just as always, and put on a clean dress, just as always, and then had taken Jims down to the common room to make pancakes.

She was mixing ingredients, he was turning himself into a flour ghost while he took handfuls of the stuff and tossed it into his hair.

Same as any other weekend, right?

Come show Rilla that's not true.