4th floor common room, Saturday morning

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Ichabod had woken up early and had decided to spend the morning enjoying a long breakfast, possibly while mocking whatever strange things was on the television. Unfortunately, as he soon discovered, he had little food left, which was why breakfast ended up being tea with several strange flavours of ice cream. Well, he also stole some bread and jam from someone else, hoping they wouldn't notice.

He had come across television programs aimed at children before, of course, but this morning they were everywhere, it seemed. They were also somewhat disturbing in Ichabod's opinion; loud, with bright colours and lacking in content. He ended up watching one which made his eyes hurt but even more oddly, he found himself talking back to the characters, as that was clearly what one was supposed to do. What strange thing to teach innocent children!

[Open CR. Ichabod doesn't know it yet, but he will babysit any weetiny students showing up. Not because he enjoys it, but because it is the proper thing to do. He'd feel guilty if anyone got hurt.]

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[seveninchmotto]

"Not fair like that," Isabelle replied, sounding like she was complaining about Alana's misunderstanding. "Fair folk! Like fey. Fairies, duh."

[not_a_moonie]

"Like ... little flying things in stories?" Alana said, still slightly lost. "No, I'm not one of those, duh."

[seveninchmotto]

"They aren't all little and flying, duh," Isabelle retorted. "Some are big and they have huuuuuuge sharp teeth. Or pointy ears! Or lizard eyes!"