3rd Floor Common Room, Friday Morning

[seveninchmotto]

It was prom day. You know what that meant? It meant trying to get the last few possible votes in for the prom court. And that was why there was a breakfast feast in the third floor common room this morning. Courtesy of J,GoB and a few other stores in town, so you wouldn't have to worry about it being filled with inedible, Isabelle-made creations.

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[thegreywaren]

Considering Ronan hadn't slept (again), it wasn't a big surprise that he was wandering around this early. And his wandering took him right down the hall and into about eight tons of free food.

His eyes found the sign and rolled his eyes. "Really?"

[seveninchmotto]

"Yes, really," Isabelle replied with a winning smile because no amount of eyerolling was going to break her spirits today. "A vote for Isabelle Lightwood is a vote for a hearty breakfast!"

Provided she didn't make it.

[thegreywaren]

"That makes no sense," he told her, taking a look at her spread anyway. "Sure people can get food without voting. This place seems to have free food hidden in closets or something."

[seveninchmotto]

"It makes perfect sense," Isabelle retorted. "You just don't understand politics. That's okay, though. I don't think you're eligible to vote for me, anyway."