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Brienne of Tarth was not precisely certain what to do with herself. She'd found herself wandering into the popcorn room earlier this afternoon, and had realized that the school was, very nearly, quite free of Lannisters. When had that happened? Wasn't the fact that Jaime had once again become a kernel of popcorn something she should have noticed? And since she hadn't, what did that say about the rut her life had become?

She'd stared for a long moment at the spot where Jaime's name was inscribed on the plaque, and then she'd turned and walked rapidly away. No doubt Jaime himself would have made mock of her for not having noticed sooner. And that made her wonder--were there any actual Westerosi still at the school? And why was it she'd been keeping to herself so much lately?

Social interaction was not something she was good at, but she was exceedingly good at guilt and self-recrimination, especially when there was no real cause.

Well, there was nothing for it but to put herself out there, and see what news she had missed whilst not having paid attention.

She strode purposefully into the Gryffindor common room and plunked herself at one of the study tables. She removed the wand she'd acquired at some point from its sheath on her belt and with a frown of deep concentration managed to conjure herself a bowl of salted peanuts. (They didn't have this particular snack in Westeros, but nonetheless she was quite fond of it.) She waited a beat, and decided she'd performed the spell correctly, because the bowl of peanuts had not emitted any un-peanut-like screams, and after she ate one, she suffered no ill effects, nor did she feel any strange compulsions, which was a good thing, this being Hogwarts. Satisfied, she shoved the bowl toward the center of the table at which she sat and glanced around, idly curious about who her fellow Gryffindors were these days.