Xander's in the kitchen, being thinky. And cooking. Which mostly consists of poking at the food synthesizer to see what wacky-but-still-edible things he can get it to make, since he knows better than to trust himself with an actual stovetop while engaging in thinkiness.
It's not bad thinkiness, necessarily - despite the construction project being over, and the
last week of
it being tainted with
Umbridge-
related nastiness, they had put the school back together. And Umbridge was
gone. Resoundingly, loudly gone. Yay.
But
other people are going to be gone too, which less with the yay. And, well. Thinky.
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[OOC: for the less-than-pleased BF]