3rd Floor Common Room, Friday Morning

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It was prom day. You know what that meant? It meant trying to get the last few possible votes in for the prom court. And that was why there was a breakfast feast in the third floor common room this morning. Courtesy of J,GoB and a few other stores in town, so you wouldn't have to worry about it being filled with inedible, Isabelle-made creations. Set out were all manner of moddable pastries, and fresh fruit, and coffee, and above it all a big glittery banner saying VOTE ISABELLE LIGHTWOOD FOR PROM QUEEN 2015!

Isabelle herself was lounging on a sofa, nibbling a croissant. She'd also left a few breakfast invitations – and trails of glitter – at the other common rooms. Her hard work was done, and she deserved her breakfast treat.

[ooc: Open CR is open!]

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Considering Ronan hadn't slept (again), it wasn't a big surprise that he was wandering around this early. And his wandering took him right down the hall and into about eight tons of free food.

His eyes found the sign and rolled his eyes. "Really?"

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"Yes, really," Isabelle replied with a winning smile because no amount of eyerolling was going to break her spirits today. "A vote for Isabelle Lightwood is a vote for a hearty breakfast!"

Provided she didn't make it.

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"That makes no sense," he told her, taking a look at her spread anyway. "Sure people can get food without voting. This place seems to have free food hidden in closets or something."

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"It makes perfect sense," Isabelle retorted. "You just don't understand politics. That's okay, though. I don't think you're eligible to vote for me, anyway."

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"I don't care about politics," he said but decided he'd take some food since it was being offered. "And I didn't vote for anyone. Seems pointless. Popularity contest in a high school? How original."

Aglionby didn't have these things but Ronan was pretty sure Gansey would be crowned each and every single time.

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"Do things have to be original to be fun?"

It was plenty original to her, anyway! She'd only been at a high school for a few years. She'd only been a part of this kind of social world for those couple of years.

"You just sound jealous," she decided. "Like you don't believe in your chances."

[thegreywaren.livejournal.com]

"I sound jealous?" Ronan rolled his eyes again and leaned against the side of the couch. "I could care less about being crowned anything. What's it gonna get me in the end? What's in it for me?"

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"A fun night and the knowledge that your peers like you?"

She knew they were simple pleasures, but surely not incomprehensible.

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"And how long does that last?" he wondered. "Seems like it'd be fleeting and cheap."

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"Did I not just now say a 'fun night'?" she asked, gesturing at him with her half a croissant. "Yes, it's fleeting by definition. But that's not a bad thing."

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Ronan shook his head. "Pointless. But, whatever makes you happy. And if that's a cheap piece of plastic and the admiration of your peers, good for you."

He even gave her a sarcastic little clap.

"Don't cry if you lose."

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"please, I have my priorities in better order than that." She'd probably scowl, but she wouldn't cry. "But thank you for your concern, it's very touching. Please help yourself to some more food."

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"That I can do," he told her, swiping some more food before making his way back to to where he'd come in. "Maybe I'll see you tonight for your crowning glory."

And then he smirked.

"Or your bitter defeat."

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"Gracious defeat, you mean," Isabelle retorted, giving him a little wave with her fingers. "But I suppose we'll find out tonight. Ta-ta for now."