Second Floor Common Room, Saturday Afternoon

[chirpchirpchirp]

Two girls had wandered into the attic this morning, one after the other.

It was also two girls who came storming back out again, bickering and arguing their way down several flights of stairs in loud, angry Scottish accents. Did they even actually know what it was they were arguing about? It was entirely possible they didn't! Did that matter? Not at all.

Also, they thought they were ducks.

"-- And that time you tried to use my own nephew against me! Do you figure that was my fault too?"

They could go on like this for a while, folks.

[OOC: Open!]

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[crack_that_whip]

"Honestly, I just wanted to get a meal," he said, pointing over at the fridge. "I don't really care about you and Gloomdark."

Other than to make sure no one got hurt, but that wasn't to be spoken aloud.

[chirpchirpchirp]

Well, it wasn't like Scrooge was going to correct him...

"Well." Scrooge glanced toward the fridge. "I see. Ah, yes. Well. Don't let me stop you, then."

But he'd be keeping an eye on you, Mastermind. If you put dynamite in the microwave or something, he'd have to intervene.

[crack_that_whip]

Literally the last thing he had in mind. Mostly because the microwave was still kinda magical to him.

Also, then he couldn't watch this shit show unfold with a full belly.

Trevor saluted her on her way over to find literally anything edible. He'd eaten dried goat before. He wasn't picky.