Fourth floor common room [Monday evening]
Triela was sitting with a cup of tea resting in front of her. Which wasn't unusual at all. What was unusual was that she was staring somewhat pensively off into nowhere. She was distracted enough that she hadn't really noticed that her tea had gone cold.
And, somehow, she was distracted enough not to really notice that the TV was on and playing one of those truly awful science fiction movies about one improbably giant animal fighting some other improbably giant animal. If she'd been paying any attention at all, Triela probably would have turned the thing off in disgust when it became clear that this particular film involved a giant killer sea turtle and some sort of mutated jellyfish.
There was no way she'd object to someone changing the channel, and it was entirely questionab le as to whether she'd even notice, but if someone were in the mood for some lukewarm tea, well... she had a pot of it.
And, somehow, she was distracted enough not to really notice that the TV was on and playing one of those truly awful science fiction movies about one improbably giant animal fighting some other improbably giant animal. If she'd been paying any attention at all, Triela probably would have turned the thing off in disgust when it became clear that this particular film involved a giant killer sea turtle and some sort of mutated jellyfish.
There was no way she'd object to someone changing the channel, and it was entirely questionab le as to whether she'd even notice, but if someone were in the mood for some lukewarm tea, well... she had a pot of it.