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[ostro_goth]

Teja is by the fireplace, eschewing the sunlight; he has his harp and plays a soft, sad melody, his fingers moving as if on their own while he gazes into the fire and thinks.

Oh, and he has much to think of, and to feel pain for!

Not only has Asher returned, and been hurt so deeply, mere minutes from his entrance, when Teja told him, straight

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[fiery_ring]

A sherbet lemon drops down into the grim Goth's lap.

But can he spot the thrower...

[ostro_goth]

"That, on the other hand, is an entirely valid reason," Teja says, amused.

[fiery_ring]

Carlotta nods.

"We have lots of new girls this term." she says.

[ostro_goth]

"Meaning?" Teja says.

[fiery_ring]

"That they're hard work keeping an eye on."

[ostro_goth]

"And that keeps you from flying out of an aeroplane with a parachute?" Teja asks, amazed.

[fiery_ring]

"The conversation has moved on sir."

[ostro_goth]

"You have given it a kick to make it move," Teja says, "but that would not mean the sluggish beast would get up and shift itself! Just as well, it might open one offended eye, give a little growl, and stay right where it was."

[fiery_ring]

"Now you're being confusing."

[ostro_goth]

"No, I am being metaphorical," Teja says.

[fiery_ring]

"Oh."

[ostro_goth]

"Oh!" Teja echoes her; then, he smiles.

[fiery_ring]

"Don't tease me sir, I've had a long week!" Carlotta says, grinning.

[ostro_goth]

"You might wish to have some ginger beer and ice cream, then?" Teja suggests.

[fiery_ring]

"No thank you, I had some of Claudine's giant cake."

[ostro_goth]

"Would I regret asking what a giant cake is?" Teja says.