fandomhighdorms | 3rd Floor Common Room

Ronan was pretty damn glad that he hadn't gotten out of control with the wishing this past weekend. Aside from the drinks and some new music, he'd held himself back from wishing for his father back or his mother awake. He knew that was too good to last. So, when the music vanished last evening, he hadn't even noticed.

Without a class to occupy his time, Ronan found his way down to the common room, Chainsaw with him as she always was. He dropped the bird off on the back of the couch, letting her peck away at the cushions while he sat down and turned on the television.

He wasn't watching anything, though. Instead, he was grudgingly going through a few messages on his phone. Gansey updating on what he'd found and how Jane (who was Jane again? Oh, that Blue girl) was getting along with Parrish. That last part made Ronan's lip curl but he smoothed it out quickly. There was a message from Declan and one from Matthew. That one Ronan answered while the one from Declan got ignored.

The rest of Gansey's messages were about Glendower and the magic forest and asking about Ronan's dream things. Ronan turned the phone off and slouched down on the couch, feet kicked up. That was enough communication with Henrietta for today.

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It was too cold to go outside and read, and she was in a sociable sort of mood, so after she was done with classes for the day Cosette took her book and a box of mini-cupcakes and headed into the common room.

"Hello, Ronan," she said upon spotting him. "Did you have an interesting weekend?"

It wasn't that innocent of a question. She'd been in Fandom long enough to know that whenever she spent the weekend at her father's, the odds were good that she'd missed something bizarre.

"I got free beer and free music," he told her, shrugging. "Apparently, some people had a lot more fun but I wasn't gonna push it."

Not with a place that was full of energy like this place was.

"That sounds like a perfectly good weekend to me." Cosette held out the box of ~~totally moddable~~ cupcakes out, glancing at Chainsaw then back at Ronan. "Would you care for one, either of you?"

"You make these?" he wondered, plucking one out of the box but keeping it for himself. Chainsaw didn't need sweets. "Or wish for this weekend?"

"Wish for?" Cosette echoed. "Well, I did decide I wanted something sweet, and went out and bought them, if that's what you mean. Or -- do you mean to say it was one of those weekends again?"

Ronan so refused to call it one of those weekends. It made him feel like he was accepting this place as something he would ever be used to.

"If you made a wish, you got it these past few days," he explained flatly. "I wished for a drink and got a cooler of beer. Other people wished for bigger things. Thought maybe you wished for cupcakes."

"No, but I might have, if I'd been here," Cosette said with a laugh, as she picked out a red velvet cupcake for herself. "That's almost a shame. It sounds like it might have been amusing."

"Really?" He didn't think so but he tended to think pessimistically. "Imagine wishing for something like a dead relative back to life or being cured of some disease and then having it vanish."

Downer.

"I --" Okay, thinking about that for two seconds made Cosette stop laughing. "I didn't think that far, but no, of course it would vanish at the end of the weekend, that's how it always happens here. You're right, that wouldn't be terribly amusing. I hope no one did anything like that."

"Not me," he said, shrugging and taking a bite of the cupcake. "This is pretty good. If I would have been thinking, I might have wished for something like this. Who needs a dead relative when you have cupcakes?"

"Have as many as you like," Cosette said, and put the box on the nearest table. "I suppose if I'd been here, I might have wished . . ."

She trailed off and shook her head. "No, it's just as well I wasn't."

"Wished for what?" Ronan asked, curious despite himself. "For a million billion dollars?"

Seemed like a solid wish, right?

"No, but I might have thought of that later," Cosette admitted. "My mother . . . she had to give me up when I was very little, and I don't remember anything about her at all. I think I would have been tempted to wish for that chance, and likely would have been regretting it today if I had."

Ronan nodded because yeah, that would have sucked. "Good thing you weren't around to wish for that, huh?"

Don't be so insensitive, Ronan. "Why'd she give you up? Had you too young or something?"

"I am glad. It would have been awful to have that taken away from me almost right away," Cosette said, apparently not too bothered by insensitivity. "As for why, I don't know. Father -- he isn't really, he adopted me -- won't say, but I think, maybe, that she couldn't take care of me for some reason."

3rd Floor Common Room | Monday Afternoon

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