Room 516, Thursday

[vrajna_kralis]

The television had been dominated by people arguing about who was going to be the next king or queen of the country pretty much non-stop for days now, so Hyacinthe had retreated to his room to find something else to do. As entertaining as the television was ('twas like a world of plays on command!), he had noticed that a great deal of it could be

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[boneyard_girl]

Ada had gone on a common room hunt after work, scrounging all the floors for sweets or crackers or sodas or something to tide her over until dinner time, when she saw the door to 516 open.

"Which of 'm favorite boys is home?" she asked, sticking her head in with a grin. "'M bored."

Ada, you have a lot of favorite boys. Narrow it down a bit.

[SP love?]

[vrajna_kralis]

"Ahh, and 'tis one of my favorite ladies," Hyacinthe said, grinning over the top of his book at the lovely girl in his doorway. "And to answer your question, 'tis clearly the most handsome and charming of the lot."

...Okay, even he didn't believe that.

[Oh god all the SP-love]

[boneyard_girl]

"Well, you're clearly th' most handsome an' charming person currently in th' room!" she pointed out cheerfully, wandering in. Since, well, he was the only one in the room when she said it, therefore, it was true. "Tho 'm here now, so I might be th' most charming."

Modesty, thy name was not Miller.

[vrajna_kralis]

"Mam'selle, did you just try to convince me that you are more charming than I?" Hyacinthe asked, setting his book down in his lap so he could affect a proper amount of astonishment. "I mean, I cannot argue that fact as 'tis most uncharming to disagree with a lady, even when she is clearly egregiously wrong." He paused a moment and then added, "Though, of course, do you wish to convince me, I'd not be opposed."

[not_every_mage]

Anders ... was bored. Bored, and restless, and roaming the halls of the dorms looking for either a snack or some kind of trouble.

The right kind of trouble.

He glanced into one of the dorm rooms he passed and saw Hyacinthe's dark head bent over some book. On impulse, he leaned in. "Please tell me you wouldn't mind a visitor."

[vrajna_kralis]

"Non," Hyacinthe said, keeping his nose buried in his book. "'Tis a most engrossing read and I can't bear to put it down."

And that almost might have been believable if he hadn't been crooking his finger at Anders, beckoning him inside.

"Not even for a most charming and intriguing visitor, truly."

[not_every_mage]

Anders snickered as he obeyed the beckoning finger to step into the room.

"I can do charming," he said. "I'm not sure about intriguing, but it doesn't matter, since you're too involved in your book to talk to me anyhow."

[vrajna_kralis]

"Well, 'tis quite a good book," he said, then read off a few lines in D'Angelline. Or French. (Or even possibly Orlesian). "Roughly translated, it's describing the caress of winnowed chaff: "Place your hands on the waist of your beloved, drawing them upward slowly, gathering and lifting your beloved's hair so that it floats like chaff above the threshing floor, letting it fall like soft rain." Looking up at Anders, he gave him a slow smile. "You can see where I might be involved, no?"