Apathy Clwhatever, Frithisucks, Some Clablahblahblah, After Clawhocares, Whatthefuckever, Bleh

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George looked like she had just rolled out of bed, to come here. So what if she had? Don't judge her. Naps were awesome. And so was staying up until dawn and sleeping until midafternoon.

"I wanna go back to Hawaii," she grumbled. "This island sucks and the weather sucks and I didn't even get laid."

Not that she had been trying. It just seemed like something to say.

"What are you all looking at me for?" she added. It didn't matter if anyone was looking at her or not. She had her eyes closed, so it wasn't like she could tell. "Stare at Jono. He's the one that had some psycho sleepover in the common room last night. There was Miley Cyrus involved."

How kind of George to throw her roommate to the wolves like that!

"Leave me alone," she said, burying her head in her arms and trying her damnedest to go back to sleep.

It was fucking Apathy Club. Like she was going to put effort in or something. Please.

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Re: British Dude and Subhuman Idiot Smelly Sidekick

[prof_of_cunning]

Perhaps the group would be thrilled instead? Today smelly sidekick smelled more like a nice spaghetti bolognese that... whatever indescribably foul thing he usually smelled like, largely because he was covered in squished tomatoes.

Edmund might have been shaking Parmesan cheese at him just to complete the scent-image, but if so, he was doing it lacklusterly, as befitted the setting.