Diamond Bright

Jack was bored and moping just a little that Rose had gone. In need of distraction before swordplay class, he went to find Emma.

"Working on anything interesting?" he asked from the doorway. "And hello."

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The only problem with having a large case of Pop-Tarts was that even if a ton of people showed up to eat them, you'd still have a lot left over. So Turtle was expanding her Pop-Tart offering a little, going down the hall to see if anyone with an open door might wish to partake. She knocked on the frame of Emma's open door when she saw it, holding out the green and black pastry on the plate.

"Morning, Emma! Pop-Tart?"

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Emma had been concentrating so deeply on her work that she hadn't been been paying attention to the fact she'd left the door open, and started slightly as he spoke.

"Aren't I always?" she asked, carefully dabbing up the ink she'd spilled before spinning around in her chair to smile brightly at him. "Hello yourself. What did you think of our film final?"

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~~And now the player bemoans the fact that the 'Poptarts are Love' icon is on the AU account. WOE.~~

"Breakfast of champions, darling," Emma replied, sliding her work under another paper and getting up to greet Turtle. "What brings the Pop Tart Fairy to my door?"

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"Supply and demand?" Turtle offered with a grin. "I demanded a giant case of them, and so now I must supply the masses. There's a ton more in the common room, too."

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"The girls got better clothes, but the food wasn't bad and neither was the film," Jack answered. "Had you seen it?"

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"I am rather sure that's not actually how supply and demand works, but I am interested in this strange twisting of capitalism and wish to subscribe to your newsletter," Emma joked. "Although I will never argue with free breakfast, especially during finals week."

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"And I'd think you were silly to argue," Turtle said with a nod. "And I like to keep things new and fresh and innovative, after all. How have you been, anyway, Emma? Finals almost done?"

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"Pretty good. I have one more class left, strategy games, and then I'm done," she replied. "Yourself? Any terrifying tests on the horizon?"

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"Morning, Emma," Bones said as he came into the room, a cup of coffee in his hand. Actual coffee, not that crap replicator stuff you get in space. There were upsides to being here. "You look busy."

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"Girls usually get prettier clothes, Jack," Emma teased. "Maybe you should have kept that other shape for the final."

"And I had, but it's always nice to watch the classics again." Emma waved him in with a smile. "Quit loitering at the door, Mr. Priest, or people are going to think you have nefarious intentions."

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"You assume I don't," he said, but amiably took a place on her bed anyhow. "I could be plotting all kinds of evil and -- all right, you would know it, but most people wouldn't."

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"All the terrifying ones were yesterday," Turtle said, "and, after three years here, they weren't even that scary. Wights and zombies. But I am done now, which is nice. Take a nice week off, and then in come the newbies and the madness gets to start all over again."

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"That smells fantastic," she sighed, giving his coffee an envious glance. Still, she had Turtle's donation of Pop Tarts for breakfast, she didn't need more sugar in her system.

"And luckily this is almost done, and I can be an unrepentant slacker for the rest of the week," she said, setting the papers off to the side. "How are your finals going? So far, mine have been nothing but absurd or fun."

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"I'll be sure to bring you a cup next time." Way to fail on the Southern gentleman front, Bones. "Finals have been pretty easy so far. My last one's today and it's with Jim so it should be interesting. To say the least."

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"I might not know it. Sometimes you don't even think in English, which is rather disconcerting but oddly fascinating," Emma informed him cheerfully. "I told you, you have a very tricksy mind."

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"The way you say that makes me think you're afraid that there's going to be evil laughter, mad scientists, and bad movie cliches during the final," she laughed. "He can't be that bad, can he?"

Clearly, Emma had not yet met him.

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Karla tapped on the door with her new, bright blue fingernails. "Emma? Hello?"

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"I think the worst was the strange excuse for an etiquette class, but creative writing and film were fun," Emma agreed.

"Besides, I'm looking forward to some fresh blood around here. It's so much fun breaking their poor little brains."

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"The man has no idea what he's doing," Bones said, sitting on his bed. "And I say that with the love and compassion that only a best friend could."

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"I don't?" Jack's thoughts were just thoughts; he didn't know they came in any particular language. "It's probably Czech or Spanish. And I'm oddly flattered by the term 'tricksy.'"

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"Karla, darling, come in!" she sang, waving at the other girl. "It's open, obviously, and I'm decent."

"As decent as I get, anyway."

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"You should, I mean it as a compliment," she replied, even as the gleam of an idea came into her own tricky little brain.

"Jaaaaaack..." Emma tapped her fingers on her desk, giving him an odd half-smile. "What are you doing on Monday?"

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