<em>Allowing her smile to broaden, now that Frannie knew she wasn't 'that' late, she nodded gratefully to Madison.</em><br/><br/>"I was working on a particularly nasty necro spell, and was nearly getting it when I realized it was time for dinner."<em>Shrugging a little as if trying to excuse herself, Frannie picked up her fork and took her first bite.<br/><br/>Softly nudging Arnold, her housemate to the right, she requested he pass her the salt, and asked how he was doing.  It would have been very easy for her to just whisk the salt to her plate, with a flick of her wand, but for some reason the school was very strict about wand usage,  So she had to opt for a little cooperation from her friend.<br/><br/>Thanking him, Frannie took the shaker from Arnold, and sprinkled it lightly over her meat, before cutting off another bite.  After swallowing she asked Arnold how he had been today, having not seen him since dinner last.  He explained that he'd been confined to his room because of a silly accident involving trying to change a plate into a bowl, which wound up with all the flat surfaced objects he'd been in the vicinity of, also shifting into the shapes of bowls...and then not reverting back when he tried to reverse the spell.  The problem was he'd tried the spell in the library, and all the shelves of books had lost their contents when they bowed.  <br/><br/>Arnold was two years younger than Frannie, so she tried not to laugh out loud at his antics, but she couldn't refrain from smiling.  She recalled a few of her own 'mistakes' in the past, and tried to be tolerant.  Offering him some sympathy and encouragement for the future, Frannie put her attentions back on the plate in front of her, and wondered if there would be any announcements after the meal.</em>