3rd Floor Common Room, Friday Afternoon

[lockestheway]

The problem about getting through your epic moment of revelation was that the time afterwards seemed a little... well, too slow. Peter was pretty good at dealing with the nitty-gritty dealings of day-to-day political life, don't get him wrong. He just missed the adrenaline rush.

Which somehow - through intensely convoluted logic that made perfect sense to Peter - meant that this was a perfect time to curl up on the common room sofa with a bucket of popcorn and a three-hour Bismarck biopic-slash-documentary (the producers hadn't been entirely sure which direction to fall in).

Now this was the life.

Sort of.

Maybe he should go back to his room and check his email.

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[theslashfairy.livejournal.com]

Astrid's cheeks tinged. "Just like in the fanfic with Ben," she breathed. Then she composed herself enough to exclaim, "Okay, bye!"

Honestly, Fandom should thank her. Leather pants and sexy rudeness were hot.