Fourth Floor Common Room [late afternoon]
Noah had found himself some cookies. Much in the way that he'd 'found' candy yesterday, he'd sort of just wandered into a store and then walked out with them, and no one had told the little four year-old not to take stuff from other people. 'Mine' was still a relative concept.
In any case, he'd taken them to one of the big rooms for sharing, because he was good at sharing when it meant getting something from the other person, and since he couldn't make the TV be not boring stuff, he decided he'd have to come up with something else to do:
He began to jump up and down on the couch, shrieking. Being loud was fun, and jumping was the best. So yeah, this was where he'd be for awhile. At least until someone helped him make the TV be fun.
[oooopen.]
In any case, he'd taken them to one of the big rooms for sharing, because he was good at sharing when it meant getting something from the other person, and since he couldn't make the TV be not boring stuff, he decided he'd have to come up with something else to do:
He began to jump up and down on the couch, shrieking. Being loud was fun, and jumping was the best. So yeah, this was where he'd be for awhile. At least until someone helped him make the TV be fun.
[oooopen.]