Mar 19, 2007 01:26
Alec had been hiding out most of Sunday, given that he wasn't entirely sure what the backlash was going to be like, but he didn't have a TV in his room and he'd finished unravelling the ball of yarnclothes quite a bit earlier.
So, sneaking out to the CR, he flipped on the TV and lowered the volume to the lowest he could and still hear it. To anyone else it probably sounded like a murmur, so hopefully he wouldn't wake anyone up.
[ooc: open for a while before I go to bed, but the poor boy needed walkies]
joanna harvelle,
3rd floor common room,
alec