Room 322, Tuesday Morning

[not_every_mage]

Anders was a man of many talents, and ranking high among them was a talent for self-pity. After the disastrous encounter with Nathan the day before, he'd gone back to his room to mope around for the rest of the day. Lachlan was better company than people, anyhow. At least when Lachlan avoided him it wasn't personal -- it was just part of being a cat.

He'd always known Nathan kept parts of himself shut away; he even understood why, or thought he did. But to be flatly told to go away after being together so long -- it hurt. It hurt deeper than Anders would have guessed it would. And he was determined not to go chasing after Nathan to give him a chance to say the same thing again, at least not yet.

Without class or work to keep him busy, Anders felt his foul mood continuing after he woke up. Determined not to let it ruin a second day, he pulled out one of the spellbooks he'd cadged from the magic shop and opened it to a chapter on the use of Entropy. If he wasn't ready to seek anyone out -- and he didn't think he was -- at least he could distract himself.

[OOC: Cracked door, open post even though he's not in the best mood.]

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[spin_kick_snap]

Kathy had heard about their argument on the radio. It was short on details, yes, but she'd heard enough to know that Anders could probably use a friend today. Or at least a distraction. Or, if nothing else, something rich and decadent to take his mind off things.

So after classes were over, she nipped down to JGOB's for a quick half-dozen oreo cheesecake brownies, and then headed over to the third floor to knock on Anders' door.

"Knock knock," she called softly through the crack. "Special delivery."

[dwarvenswagger]

Well, hopefully a dwarf with a moderate level of emotional tonedeafness was right up his alley today. It was, right?

Totally was.

Thorin poked his head into the room, staying at the door even once he caught sight of Anders. "Have I interrupted schoolwork?"