Fifth Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening
The TV was on, showing the hockey game, but since the Leafs weren't playing until tomorrow, Toby wasn't really paying all that much attention. It was really more background noise than anything.
His attention was still on hockey though, after a fashion. He'd been browsing the shelves of the library out of boredom and had stumbled across a series of books by someone named E.J.J. Erie. He'd picked the first one, Cross Check, up out of idle curiosity and... well. Now he was finding it difficult to put down.
So, curled up on a couch in the common room, reading hockey fiction while paying half-attention to hockey on TV. All he needed now was some poutine and this would be an excessively Canadian evening.
His attention was still on hockey though, after a fashion. He'd been browsing the shelves of the library out of boredom and had stumbled across a series of books by someone named E.J.J. Erie. He'd picked the first one, Cross Check, up out of idle curiosity and... well. Now he was finding it difficult to put down.
So, curled up on a couch in the common room, reading hockey fiction while paying half-attention to hockey on TV. All he needed now was some poutine and this would be an excessively Canadian evening.