3rd Floor Common Room | Sunday Evening

[robinonadderall]

Stiles was bored, so bored. Bored and unable to focus on anything, it was a terrible affliction. After spending all day in his room doing nothing he decided to broaden his horizons and go to the common room to do nothing. Of course Stiles wasn't actually capable of doing literally nothing so "nothing" for him right now meant continuing his quest to teach himself Archaic Latin while the second Dusk movie was playing in the background.

Shut up, he was watching it ironically. Or something. It was better than watching the Mets play the Pirates. If they lost to the Pirates it'd just be embarrassing and Stiles refused to be a part of it, no sir. He would rather watch lame not-werewolves and sparkly vampires any day.

Somewhere along the way he managed to make an un-burnt bowl of popcorn and poured M&M's in it. 'Cause it was necessary to add them.

[Open, of course. Just for the record it pains me to play a Mets fan]

Comments

[notvenom.livejournal.com]

"S-shut up."

That was very mature, but Anya was still 15 and she acted like that sometimes. Or when it was convenient. "I read the novels, they weren't so bad."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles really did not get this chick. Then again, that could be said for most girls. Or just people in general.

"Right. So...you like the books better than the movies?"

[notvenom.livejournal.com]

"The books were easier to stop looking at, if anything. And you can actually imagine people like, acting. Plus, I don't like to leave things unfinished." All excuses, but excuses Anya believed in.