Fourth Floor Common Room, Friday Evening

[nips_your_nose]

Jack Frost had some very important business to attend to this weekend. It was, after all, two days before Easter. And, even though he was pretty certain he'd be strung up by an irate seven-foot rabbit if he so much as thought about causing a blizzard somewhere on Easter Sunday, he just couldn't pass up the opportunity to cause some measure of

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[godgavemecable]

Toby had come in to the common room in search of something to make for dinner... If by "make" one meant "heat up in the microwave". He was halfway to the kitchenette when he noticed the open atlas balanced on the arm of the couch.

He paused, tilting his head slightly as if listening for something.

"... Jack? That you?" he said, a little hesitantly. Being able to hear thoughts and sharing a class with the guy meant that he was sort of vaguely aware of the other boy's existence, but he'd still not managed to catch a glimpse of him.

[nips_your_nose]

It wasn't every day, really, that someone came into a room, said your name, and still failed to actually look directly at you. Jack tilted his head a little at that particular curiosity, and then gave a shrug of his shoulders.

"Sure it is," he replied, just in case Toby could hear him. "I mean, there aren't exactly many other frost spirits wandering around this place, right?"

And, in case Toby couldn't hear him, he pulled in a breath, and then exhaled, sending a light, icy breeze through the room for just a moment. Since the windows were closed, it was kind of a no-brainer where that might have come from, right?

[godgavemecable]

He couldn't hear him, exactly, but he got the general gist of it. Especially with the added indoor weather.

"Gonna take that as a yes," Toby decided. "So, uh. Whatcha up to?"

[nips_your_nose]

Huh. Well, it wasn't what Jack would call a complete failure. If Toby was still talking to him, that meant at least he was willing to believe that he was there, right? He looked thoughtful for a moment, and then looked back down at the atlas.

"If I tell you I'm trying to think of places to make it snow, in order to annoy the Easter Bunny, who happens to be a huge jerk, will you accuse me of trying to destroy the holiday hopes and dreams of little kids worldwide?"

Because Bunnymund probably would. But, again, Bunnymund was a jerk.