4th Floor Common Room, Friday night
It was Tip's first Friday night as a high schooler, and there was no adult supervision in sight. Not that the supervision of adults had ever seemed all that functional or effective to her, but it still felt like it was an occasion to be marked with some sort of youthful exuberance or irresponsibility.
So here she was, sitting with her feet on the cushions in the common room, ready to eat her way through an entire bag of sugar snap peas in one sitting (her taste for snack foods had never really recovered from six weeks of eating out of vending machines when she was eleven) and watch MTV (not so much forbidden back home as awkward: Mom kept getting way to into the romances and J.Lo spent the whole time asking a barrage of questions).
There was some kind of supernatural teen drama on about selkies. The plot appeared to be made up of quick bursts of inexplicable action interspersed with longing looks exchanged between the romantic leads.
. . . She kind of missed her awkward family.
[method RP is method. Open, if anyone else is still about and in for the evening]
So here she was, sitting with her feet on the cushions in the common room, ready to eat her way through an entire bag of sugar snap peas in one sitting (her taste for snack foods had never really recovered from six weeks of eating out of vending machines when she was eleven) and watch MTV (not so much forbidden back home as awkward: Mom kept getting way to into the romances and J.Lo spent the whole time asking a barrage of questions).
There was some kind of supernatural teen drama on about selkies. The plot appeared to be made up of quick bursts of inexplicable action interspersed with longing looks exchanged between the romantic leads.
. . . She kind of missed her awkward family.
[method RP is method. Open, if anyone else is still about and in for the evening]