2nd Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

[crimson_sister]

Why not spend a Sunday morning with a cup of tea and some scones in front of the television watching opera? Lucille had never before seen The Magic Flute, and today was a good day for that, wasn't it?

Lucille certainly thought all those things were good things to do today.

She poured the tea and made herself comfortable on the couch, hoping that no one would show up and interrupt her.

[Open common room! I cancelled all the stuff I was supposed to do today and have spent the day reading, drinking coffee, eating gingerbread cookies and watching the snow.]

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[crimson_sister]

Lucille looked up. "Cassandra," she said, smiling. "Please, join me if you like. There is tea for both of us."

And opera.

[seeks_truth]

Well, at least she would no longer have to worry about disrupting Lucille... "What are you watching?" Cassandra asked mildly.

She was trying not to judge.

[crimson_sister]

"'The Magic Flute'," Lucille said. "It's an opera."

At that particular moment an aria began.

[seeks_truth]

"I see," Cassandra said, after a long pause. "It certainly is..." Shrill. "Loud."

[crimson_sister]

It wasn't difficult to see that Cassandra was being polite.

"It is like poetry," Lucille tried. "Only with music."

[seeks_truth]

"Yes," Cassandra agreed, sinking in her seat. "It is not the poetry I find... loud."

Shrill. Overdramatic.

[crimson_sister]

"The music?" Lucille asked, looking a little awkward.

[seeks_truth]

"Please," Cassandra said, also awkwardly, "Do not let me taint your enjoyment of your opera."

[crimson_sister]

"Some tea?" Lucille offered, trying to change the awkward subject.

[seeks_truth]

"Tea would be lovely," Cassandra said, grateful for the change of subject. "Opera aside, how are you this morning?"

[crimson_sister]

"Oh, much better than last weekend," Lucille said, then realized she didn't want to talk about that.

"Scones?"

[seeks_truth]

"Scones," Cassandra agreed, but now she tilted her head curiously and eyed Lucille. "Last weekend?"

[crimson_sister]

Lucille offered her the plate. "Oh, it was one of those weekends."

[seeks_truth]

Cassandra sighed. "In the time I was off-island to examine alternate routes home," she said, "Of course. Are you all right? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

[crimson_sister]

"Oh, it was nothing. Some of us just turned into children."

Just a nuisance. Lucille sipped her tea.

[seeks_truth]

There was a long pause.

"Well," Cassandra said slowly, "I am glad I missed that."

[crimson_sister]

"Yes, that time could have been spent in a much better way."

Reading poetry. Listening to opera.

[seeks_truth]

"I would say so," Cassandra said. "Why is this island's magic so obsessed with this whimsical nonsense?"

[crimson_sister]

"It is quite annoying," Lucille said, reaching for the marmalade. "Oh well. It is over now."

[seeks_truth]

"You are all right?" Cassandra checked, lifting her chin.

[crimson_sister]

"Oh, quite!" Lucille sounded a little tense. "Just pleased that things are back to normal."

[seeks_truth]

"Or as normal as they get around here," Cassandra said dryly. "I passed a gremlin in the street."