4th Floor Common Room, Late Afternoon
The flight back from Karikya had been a long one, and the damp air and threatening drizzle for most of the trip hadn't helped. It had taken some effort to get up this morning, but at least she'd had time to study for her Magical Theory test.
Now? It was time for brain-rotting TV coupled with body-rotting junk food. Kiki's sprawled on one of the couches, channel surfing between Nonspecific Clinic, As the Globe Revolves and the children's program Rye Road and eating a bowl of chocolate-frosted sugar bombs. With milk. That's healthy - honest.
She's amazingly interruptable, and she'll probably share her cereal of questionable nutritional value, should anyone want some.
Now? It was time for brain-rotting TV coupled with body-rotting junk food. Kiki's sprawled on one of the couches, channel surfing between Nonspecific Clinic, As the Globe Revolves and the children's program Rye Road and eating a bowl of chocolate-frosted sugar bombs. With milk. That's healthy - honest.
She's amazingly interruptable, and she'll probably share her cereal of questionable nutritional value, should anyone want some.