4th Floor Common Room

[revengenotebook]

Paris had successfully popped microwave popcorn (no horrible scorching smell! You're welcome, rest of the fourth floor!) and settled onto the sofa for a mostly unproductive evening flipping channels until she found a decent documentary.

What she discovered--on every channel--was some sort of singing competition where people in huge, masked, costumes sang and the judges guessed who they were? Or something?

"What fresh hell is this?" Paris demanded to the universe at large, slumping onto the sofa with extremely poor grace.

[OOC: I am bored and have never seen even one episode of this show. Mod with great abandon!]

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[heinous_bitch]

"So what, you have to go?" Kat asked.

[revengenotebook]

"Basically," Paris said, nodding. "Or else I've brought shame upon my ancestors or something. I'm Paris, by the way. Hi."

[heinous_bitch]

"Kat," she said, tilting her head. "Why would your ancestors cared, most of them are dead."

[revengenotebook]

"Oh, they'd glare at me from the portraits in the house." She quirked up an eyebrow. "Because we're that pretentious, yeah."

[heinous_bitch]

"And then you flip them off and go about your day." Easy!

[revengenotebook]

"I have never once thought about doing that," Paris admitted. "Huh. I really should've."

[heinous_bitch]

"Try it. It'll make you feel better," Kat advised.

[revengenotebook]

Paris grinned. "Well, Mom might've sold them all or burned them in a ritual fire--though that's a little 'much' for her--since I've been here. Ugly divorce. She got the house. There have been...changes."

[heinous_bitch]

"If she got rid of them in any way, it sounds like she'd be doing you a huge favor." Also it was creepy to have those up. It just was.

[revengenotebook]

"Plus ticking off Dad, so win-win," Paris said.