Open RP: Tea in the Ravenclaw Common Room

[ijk_mno]

L is sitting crouched, on an armchair in the Ravenclaw common room, balancing a book in front of him and a cup of now-cold tea on the arm rest next to him.  He's keeping an eye out for anyone on the list of 'people I should probably get around to talking to at some point,' but he's also tired enough that procrastination is looking better and better

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[i_am_an_hero]

A had just entered the common room in time to see L's teacup fall, and he dashes over, kneeling in the cooling tea to help collect bits of broken china.

"Don't," he says, very softly. "You could cut your fingers."

[ijk_mno]

"You're getting your pants wet," says L in return, "and I'm being careful, I promise." Still, he sticks to bigger pieces, so he doesn't cut himself, and A doesn't panic.

[i_am_an_hero]

"They are only pants." Indeed, all of A's clothes are very plain, strictly utilitarian.

A takes care, mainly because getting a splinter of china would make it harder to clean the rest.

"I... I can ask a house elf for more tea, when this is cleaned up."

[ijk_mno]

"I'm done with it, it was cooling anyway." He climbs to his feet. "I'll get a house elf to clean the rest, why don't you sit on the couch? I'll be back in a moment." China in the garbage on his way out.

[jezzthespoon]

Jezz had drifted in out of curiosity after the garden incident and some preliminary poking around, on the pretext of hitting the Ravenclaw bar and on the off chance of running into or overhearing something about A, and as if to reward him there was an intriguing bottle at the bar, faceted crystal and filled with gold-flecked red liquid. He made a beeline for it, nodding to the other person in the room on the way, hefted it in one hand, called up what he knew of surface elven culture, and came to the conclusion that at the very least a good facsimile of a bottle of elverquisst had turned up among the whiskey and wine.

He told himself not to get ahead of himself, it might end up being another prank, but his expression had a certain delight in it all the same.

[ijk_mno]

"Mind the carpet," says L, nodding approval when Jezz doesn't step in his smashed chine.

"Hello." He looks familiar, but L can't place it.

[jezzthespoon]

Jezz might have seen him at a distance, but nothing was clicking for him at the moment either. "Hello. Interesting what turns up."

[ijk_mno]

"We are in a magical castle prone to kidnapping people from alternate universes," L points out, reasonably, shoving the hair out of his face with a tired frown.

[gamerspy]

"Hey," Matt says, bending to help with the broken china. "You okay?"

[ijk_mno]

"Not entirely," he admits, glancing up at him with a smile.

"I'm glad to see you, though."

[gamerspy]

He leans in to kiss L's cheek, then stands, tugging him up with him.

"Leave that for the house-elves. C'mon."

[ijk_mno]

L rises, obediently, rather glad of the instructions, actually.

"Alright."

[edomedpeddler]

"Are you alright?" Kusuriyuri asks softly from the door way. He says nothing about the cup. The edges of it are much duller than obsidian. Perhaps this is some other odd ritual they were raised with.

[ijk_mno]

"I'm fine, I just knocked it with my elbow. The water was already cold."

Faintly uncooperative? L? Couldn't be. But really,

"I'll be fine." That's a better answer.

[edomedpeddler]

Kusuriyuri raises an eyebrow at the change in answer. "Is now a good time to talk or would you prefer that when you are better?"

[ijk_mno]

"Certainly, if you have the patience to deal with my scattered concentration." He stands, broken china in hand.

"Here, or in private?"

[swap_minds4fun]

Mentok is floating nearby, reading some random book and drinking a mojito. He points to the cup, and puts it back together with his mind.

[ijk_mno]

L starts, badly, and looks around for whoever did that.

[swap_minds4fun]

"Yo. Over here, raccoon eyes." Mentok barely looked up from his book as he called L over.

[ijk_mno]

"Hello."

He glances up at him, not moving farther than that.