Third Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning
In the morning, the phones didn't seem to be completely haywire anymore, which was good. Or the people -- he'd never actually figured out whether it was the phones or the people going crazy, but he was going to guess the phones.
He went to the common room and made some tea, filling up the entire pot in case anyone else came because he was considerate like that. Not considerate enough to make coffee too, though. That would require a whole different level of consideration.
He settled down on the couch with his tea, idly flipping through channels on the TV. He'd never actually managed to catch something good this early in the morning, but maybe he'd be surprised.
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He went to the common room and made some tea, filling up the entire pot in case anyone else came because he was considerate like that. Not considerate enough to make coffee too, though. That would require a whole different level of consideration.
He settled down on the couch with his tea, idly flipping through channels on the TV. He'd never actually managed to catch something good this early in the morning, but maybe he'd be surprised.
[[open for your common room needs! and any "wtf was that voicemail about" inquiries are more than welcome!]]