Room 322, Monday Afternoon

[not_every_mage]

Anders was, of course, doing something highly important in his room after class. Something with charts and graphs and all kinds of spectacular magic.

... or he was lying on his bed, idly singing at his cat and half-watching a cooking show. (Dante had sold him on Food Truck wars, and now the taco truck was in the finale. It was of course vital Anders found out who won.)

Probably the latter thing, really. He wasn't much for highly important magic these days.

[OOC: Cracked door, open post.]

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[rebelseekspizza]

"How's tacos?" Dante called, nudging open the door. He was toting a bag of intensely sugary snacks around. "Please tell me nobody did anything with pumpkin."

He hated this time of the year. Pumpkin everywhere.