Second Floor Common Room: Tuesday morning
There was a rather cranky Jack in the common room this morning, and he was cursing a certain temporary Principal under his breath. He was bruised from falling on his...posterior when the floating spell had worn off. The shirt she'd cursed him with he'd thrown in the garbage and contemplated setting fire too, and he was still fighting the urge to scratch his chest (though he was prepared to admit that might just be in his head).
What wasn't in his head, however, were the scratches and redness from yesterday's magic induced attack of the itchies, scattered all over that part of the body traditionally covered by a shirt.
And no, he wasn't wearing one. He was giving serious thought, as he sat on the kitchen counter, drinking his coffee, to never wearing one ever again. Just to make a point.
[ooc: it is a common room of openness!]
What wasn't in his head, however, were the scratches and redness from yesterday's magic induced attack of the itchies, scattered all over that part of the body traditionally covered by a shirt.
And no, he wasn't wearing one. He was giving serious thought, as he sat on the kitchen counter, drinking his coffee, to never wearing one ever again. Just to make a point.
[ooc: it is a common room of openness!]