Third Floor Common Room, Wednesday Afternoon
After nearly five minutes of fiddling with the input settings on the remote control, Amy was willing to admit (to herself and only to herself) that maybe she didn't know how to change the channel on the TV. It was a frustrating realization to come to, since she generally considered herself a competent person, but there it was. The TV refused to budge from what Amy gathered was some kind of college sports network, and Amy was far too stubborn to get up and change it when there was a perfectly functional remote right there next to her. At least she assumed it was fully functional, because it had worked to turn the TV on. Maybe it was partially functional.
Anyway, Amy's plan was to keep watching this until she figured out how to change it. And in the meantime, she was learning a lot about basketball. It wasn't as boring as she would have expected.
...She wondered when the cheerleaders were going to perform.
Anyway, Amy's plan was to keep watching this until she figured out how to change it. And in the meantime, she was learning a lot about basketball. It wasn't as boring as she would have expected.
...She wondered when the cheerleaders were going to perform.