Second floor common room- Wednesday morning

[imawizard]

In the time that he'd been here, this week had never come up in conversation, and Harry was really pretty over it. He didn't really know what was happening except that it was stupid, and at least everyone seemed to be in the same boat. Did that make it better or worse?

You know what was boring? Cereal. So Harry was making cereal, with the Weather Channel on in the background. Nice and safe.


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[furrybluefreak]

And you know who else was just as lost and perplexed and annoyed? Especially since Mutant genes and hormones seemed to be even keener to pick up on whatever the hell was going on? The resident furry blue freak.

Kurt had put off heading to the common room as long as he could. But the mini-fridge in the room was empty and he was hungry. And so, with a small puff of smoke being the only advanced warning, Kurt ported into the kitchen area to try and find something quick and easy to grab for breakfast.

"Oh, hey Harry" he said with a slightly awkward wave. So much for not running into anyone.

[imawizard]

"Hey, Kurt," Harry said, determined not to look directly at anybody today. "How're you doing?"

He could make some guesses, given the general sense from radio.

[furrybluefreak]

You were getting a slight shrug at that one, Harry. That was about the best Kurt could manage right now. "How about you? Classes going alright?"

[imawizard]

"Yeah," Harry said with a nod.

And then he added, "It's an off week."

You couldn't just ask about this sort of thing, see.

[craic_killer]

Clare had been spending a great deal of time in church because her mind kept drifting to what Michelle would be doing on a week like this--and in graphic detail--and so there needed to be prayer and then mental images of what Sr. Michael would think and that had led to a thought about Michelle and Sr. Michael and Clare was definitely going to be burning in hell now.

"Tea?" she gasped, trusting Harry to understand the dire need for such things in trying times. "Tell me you have tea."

[imawizard]

"It's not made, but I know it exists," Harry said.

Looking somewhere about a foot over her head, for no reason.

[craic_killer]

The ceilings had become truly fascinating this week, it was true!

"I need it to exist in the world's biggest mug right in front of my face," Clare declared, heading for the stove.

[imawizard]

"Are things that bad?" Harry frowned.

[craic_killer]

"Of course they are, Harry," Clare said.

Clare: never one to suffer in silence.

[imawizard]

"I know I'm not having the best week..." he said, not daring to ask outright but also not entirely sure that anyone else was dealing with the same thing as him.

[craic_killer]

"Is it because everything looks inappropriate?" Clare asked.

[furrybluefreak]

"That is.... one way to put it" Kurt said, rummaging through the cabinets, searching for the usual abundant supply of pop tarts.

[imawizard]

"Yes," Harry said quickly. "I thought it was just me. And everything sounds... wrong?"

He didn't want to use the word "wrong" but he was using it anyway.

[craic_killer]

"So wrong," Clare agreed, nodding.

Boil faster, kettle. She needed some restorative tea to hide behind.

[imawizard]

"Do you think it's everyone?" Not that he was thinking of anyone. Or everyone.

[imawizard]

"You too?" Harry asked.

[craic_killer]

"Yes," Clare said. "The radio has been rather...intrusive."

[imawizard]

"It is always pretty intrusive," Harry pointed out.

Dammit, he'd looked at her. Check out that wall there!

[craic_killer]

"I'm getting far more information about adults than I needed ever in my life," Clare declared.

[imawizard]

"At least they're not giving information about us?" Harry asked, then added quickly, "Not us, but..."

[craic_killer]

"Not us," Clare stammered just as quickly. "Not that you aren't terribly handsome with nice eyes--"

[imawizard]

Was he blushing? Why was he blushing? What was happening?

"And you're lovely, but this isn't about that..."

[craic_killer]

"Oh, I don't normally even fancy blokes," Clare told the ceiling. "Christ almighty, why did I say that?"

[imawizard]

"Oh, well... good for you," he said. "I'm definitely leaving that right there."

Best for all that way!

[craic_killer]

"I really need that tea," Clare decided.

[imawizard]

There it was, quickly placed on the counter for her, with Harry stepping away from it like it was a bomb or something.

[craic_killer]

Clare took a sip with a little moan that would not be dirty any other week of the year.

[imawizard]

"Uh," Harry said, very helpfully.

[craic_killer]

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph," Clare said, blushing to her hair. "I'm sorry!"

[imawizard]

"No, it's okay!" Harry said quickly. "You just really liked your tea!"

Well that was terrible, Harry.

[craic_killer]

"Not that much!"

[imawizard]

"You like it a fully appropriate amount."

That still... what?