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Who: Mikey, Spencer & William
When: Sunday 22nd Nov
Where: Mikey's Rooms
What: General awkwardness
Mikey sighed and leaned back into his pile of cushions, pushing a stray essay away and smoothing down the covers a little. The bed was comfy and he had Spencer company for the evening and though they were supposedly getting some work done, it was obviously meant to be one of those evenings were they just talked about the possibility of giant invading dungbeetles all night or skipped everything in favour of going straight to bed.
Except they weren't actually doing either. It was just bits of marking punctuated with awkward little stints of conversation. And where ordinarily going over his first years' thoughts on tortoises to teacups wouldn't have been too bad, it was suddenly becoming less and less palatable.
"Hey," he muttered, nudging Spencer's foot with his own. "So apparently someone rigged Schechter's office with fireworks the other week. And then managed to get out with their lives." Or supposedly they had. Either that or the Headmaster had hidden the bodies pretty well.
When: Sunday 22nd Nov
Where: Mikey's Rooms
What: General awkwardness
Mikey sighed and leaned back into his pile of cushions, pushing a stray essay away and smoothing down the covers a little. The bed was comfy and he had Spencer company for the evening and though they were supposedly getting some work done, it was obviously meant to be one of those evenings were they just talked about the possibility of giant invading dungbeetles all night or skipped everything in favour of going straight to bed.
Except they weren't actually doing either. It was just bits of marking punctuated with awkward little stints of conversation. And where ordinarily going over his first years' thoughts on tortoises to teacups wouldn't have been too bad, it was suddenly becoming less and less palatable.
"Hey," he muttered, nudging Spencer's foot with his own. "So apparently someone rigged Schechter's office with fireworks the other week. And then managed to get out with their lives." Or supposedly they had. Either that or the Headmaster had hidden the bodies pretty well.