Fifth Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning
The current bit of madness at the school was basically Petra's worst nightmare. She was thankfully unaffected, but she'd spent most of last night running through a jungle in her dreams, chased by a giant frilled snake wearing a Yale sweatshirt. The snake kept calling her 'JT,' and when she'd caught a glimpse of herself in a pool of water, the face peering back at her hadn't been hers. That had been when she'd woken up and decided sleep was no longer happening.
So she'd thrown on a sweatshirt over her pajamas and dragged herself into the common room, where she started a pot of coffee, then made a breakfast for herself of some leftover cake she'd found in the kitchen as she gazed semiblankly at the television screen, where a Spanish soccer game was going on. She didn't know anything about soccer except that Cristiano Ronaldo and David Beckham were hot, but some of these guys were pretty decent, too, and it was kind of hypnotizing, so she left it on. She had a vague idea some of these guys might be Basque. Or maybe Martian. Agirretxe? How did you even say that?
((Open common room!))
So she'd thrown on a sweatshirt over her pajamas and dragged herself into the common room, where she started a pot of coffee, then made a breakfast for herself of some leftover cake she'd found in the kitchen as she gazed semiblankly at the television screen, where a Spanish soccer game was going on. She didn't know anything about soccer except that Cristiano Ronaldo and David Beckham were hot, but some of these guys were pretty decent, too, and it was kind of hypnotizing, so she left it on. She had a vague idea some of these guys might be Basque. Or maybe Martian. Agirretxe? How did you even say that?
((Open common room!))