Room 406, after workshops

[izzyalienqueen]

Today's First Aid workshop had been easy and Scoobying had been fun. But Isabel still wasn't in the mood to face the crowds in the common rooms this evening. Instead she set up her laptop to watch an episode with the ninth version of Mr. What. Stretched out on her bed, she stared at the screen without really seeing it.

The door was closed.

[ooc: locked to someone specific]

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[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"I didn't exactly have the best time, either," Greg confessed, rubbing her back.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"So you weren't out partying through town last night?" she teased, relaxing under his touch.

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"No, Charlie Kawalsky duct-taped my bed and filled our room with cups of water, actually," Greg said honestly.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"For some reason, that does not shock me," Isabel chuckled. "I suppose this means the prank war is back on?"

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"Apparently," he said. "I have a plan for evil, evil revenge, though."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"As long I don't get caught in the cross-fire, I'll be right here cheering you on," she promised, tipping her head and lightly kissing his cheek.